“He drove in a couple of hours ago.”
“Hum!” says I. “He’s comin’ for somethin’.”
“Yes,” says Mark, and wrinkled his fat face all up like he was puzzled. “D’you know,” says he, “that we don’t even know his n-n-name?”
“That’s right,” says I.
“Nor where he hails from.”
“Correct,” says I.
“Let’s see what we kin find out,” says he.
So we went off to the hotel and asked questions, but we didn’t find out anything. Seems like the man never stayed there overnight and didn’t register. Nobody we could find had ever spoken to him, and nobody had ever seen him before a week or so ago. He just was and that’s all we could find out about him.
“T-try the livery stable,” says Mark.
“What for?” says I.