“I don’t know that I understand you?”
“About the hockey-match.”
“It is to be played this afternoon on Lake Whitney. The ice is being cleared of the snow now for the game.”
“Yes, I knew that. But I wanted to know if you’d be willing for me to play. I’m down as one of the opposition players, you know, and after what has happened I didn’t know how you might feel. I’d like to play in that match, but——”
Morgan’s manner was subdued and almost penitent.
“I have had no thought of objecting to your playing in that match, Morgan. I’ve been wondering, though, how much you know about that escape of Santenel.”
“No more than you do,” Morgan declared. “I was afraid you might think I had a hand in that, though you’ll see that I couldn’t.”
“Some one got a file to him, and he cut through the bars,” said Frank, watching Dade closely. “He escaped early last evening. No one seems to know how he secured the file, and some of the prison officials affect to believe that he had it concealed about him when he was put in jail. Any way, he is out. If he’ll steer clear of New Haven and let me and my father alone hereafter, I shall not care much. You don’t know anything about it?”
“Not a thing.”
“You’ve asked me about the hockey-match. I’ll say this: It won’t be healthy for you to attempt any underhanded work in that game. I shall discover it if you do.”