“But I came expressly to tell you.”
“Then why don’t you expressly tell me? Don’t be exasperating, Mr. Smythe!”
He grinned exultantly.
“Well,” he said, “I’ve been eavesdropping.”
“What?”
“Not intentionally. Pure accident. But I didn’t stick my fingers in my ears.”
“No, I can understand that.”
“Thanks. It was this way: I was fishing––for fish, really. Under a clump of willows, just where the road from Haig’s joins the main valley road. You know?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Haig and another man, Higgins, it turned out to be––he’s a Denver lawyer––with his family for an outing down at Cobalt Lake. It appeared he’d been up to see Haig partly on business and partly just for a friendly visit. They separated there, after a little conversation.