"Don't worry about it now, old man," said Jack. "Get a little more rest and then it will come to you."
Frank chafed as he struggled with his thoughts.
"No use," he said. "I can't think of it."
"Well, you go to sleep," said Jack. "I'll come back after a while."
He turned and moved toward the door; and as he would have passed out, Frank hailed him.
"Hold on there!" he called. "I've got it."
"Got what?" demanded Jack.
"The question I want to ask you."
"Well, let's have it."
"What happened to Davis?"