“Feller that likes to keep his matches dry.”
“Somebody who likes to hunt,” said Carmel.
“Wa-al, him ’n me knows our way about in the woods.”
“Who was coming to get you from where you were hidden?” Carmel asked the bottle, suddenly.
“D’ye ken,” said the bottle, sourly, “I’m thinkin’ ye are an inqueesitive body. Will ye no gang aboot your business, lassie. Hae doon wi’ ye; ye’ll hae no information frae me.”
“Who were those two men in the car?” said Carmel.
“Strangers to me,” said the match box, nonchalantly.
“One of them dropped you,” said Carmel.
“Mebby he did; dunno if he did,” said the match box.
“Somebody’ll know who owns you,” said Carmel.