“Nobody saw us go in or come out.”
“Then do you mean to leave a dead man hanging till his head comes off?”
Chips had a graphic gift which was apt to lead him a bit too far. Devereux, looking worried, and speaking snappily, promptly told him not to be a beast.
“I didn’t mean to be, but I should think myself one if I slunk out of a thing like this without a word to anybody.”
“I don’t see what business it is of ours.”
“The man may have a wife and kids. They must be half-mad to know what’s become of him.”
“We can’t help that. Besides——”
Evan stopped. Jan was not putting in his word at all, but stolidly listening from his perch.
“Besides what, Devereux?”
“Oh, nothing.”