Bohun whirled round. "What the bell do you mean?"
"Wait a minute — Steady I didn't mean-“ Bennett saw his unintentional implication, and saw it too late. It startled him as much as it obviously startled John Bohun. "The wise, right, and sensible thing." Good God, diplomacy) He went on: "Believe me, that wasn't what I meant at all. There was only the possibility that the man might still be in the house."
"what?"
"Well, is there any other way in except the front door?"
"No."
"And are you sure the ice is thin all around the place?"
Still Bohun did not grasp the question, though in a dull way he seemed to sense that it was important. "I suppose so.
At least, Old Thompson warned me about it before I came out. He said some kids had-"
Then he stopped, and his eyes widened.
"You're talking nonsense," he said curtly. "What the devil's the good of mucking up the issue when we've enough on our hands as it is? Tracks) You're talking like a fool detective in a play. This is real. This is true. I'm only beginning to realize it's true. You'll be saying next that I killed her."