“They’ve found him—in the pond—where I put him.”
“Who’s going to know that?”
“Oh, they’ll know, all right!” said Eddy. “They got ways of finding out things. They’ll know, and they’ll think it was me that—All right! Let ’em!”
“Then you’re not going to tell?”
Eddy looked at him.
“D’you think it—wasn’t me?”
“Yes,” Ross replied. “I think it wasn’t you, Eddy.”
There was a long silence between them.
“What d’you think I’d ought to do?” asked Eddy, almost in a whisper.
“Suppose we talk it over,” said Ross.