“You expected it?” Jack asked.
“I mean, it’s no more than I expected. Stony probably hadn’t written to Warner in six or eight years.”
“It seems our trip here is without purpose,” Mr. Livingston observed, looking down at his plate. “I admit I am disappointed.”
“I’ll be starting back to Rocking Horse early tomorrow morning,” Walz said briskly. “I can catch a train at nine o’clock. You boys will probably want to get an early start east, so the best thing would be to give it to me now.”
“The map?” Mr. Livingston asked.
“Naturally. That was the agreement.”
“Why are you sure Craig Warner is dead?” the Scout leader demanded.
“A dozen people told me so.”
“Can you give me their names?”
“You doubt my word?”