"There you are! They saw it was getting too dangerous."
"Do you remember how nervous Penberthy was at the exhumation?" said Parker. "That man—what's his name's—joke about Palmer, and knocking over the jar?"
"What was that?" demanded Hardy again. Parker told him, and he listened, grinding his teeth. Another good story gone west. But it would all come out at the trial, and would be worth a headline.
"Robert Fentiman ought to be given a medal," said Hardy. "If he hadn't gone butting in——"
"Robert Fentiman?" inquired Parker, distantly.
Hardy grinned.
"If he didn't fix up the old boy's body, who did? Give us credit for a little intelligence."
"One admits nothing," said Parker, "but——"
"But everybody says he did it. Leave it at that. Somebody did it. If Somebody hadn't butted in, it would have been jam for the Dorland."
"Well, yes. Old Fentiman would just have gone home and pegged out quietly—and Penberthy would have given the certificate."