“Did he tell you he was going to call his wife from the pay booth this morning?” Donovan demanded.
“He — he didn’t say.”
“But you saw him go to the pay booth?”
“Why — yes, I did,”
“What time was that?”
“I didn’t notice.”
Donovan glared at him, then he turned disgustedly to Duncan.
“Come on; we’re wasting time.”
He strode down the path, jerked open the gate and crossed to the car.
Duncan followed him. At the gate, he turned to look back. Ken was still standing motionless in the doorway, staring after them. Then, seeing Duncan looking at him, he stepped back and hurriedly shut the front door.