For the fraction of a second Bruce stared into Smaltz’s scared face. “You were paid,” he repeated slowly. “Who—” and then the word came rapier-like as had the thought—“Sprudell!”
“He told me to see that you didn’t start. He left the rest to me.” With sullen satisfaction: “And it’s cost him plenty—you bet—”
Inexplicable things suddenly grew clear to Bruce.
“You turned the boat loose in Meadows—”
“Yes.”
“You wrecked it on that rock—”
“Yes.”
“You fouled the mercury in the boxes?”
“Yes.”
“And Toy!” The look of murder came back into Bruce’s face, his hand crept toward Smaltz’s throat. “Don’t lie! What did you do to Toy?”