The car turned back.
“Oh—you were speaking about Monte being an accessory. I didn’t get in till ’way late last night, and I’ve been asleep all day,” said Jeff apologetically. “Might I ask before or after exactly what fact Monte was an accessory?”
“Bank robbery, for one thing.”
“Ah!... That would be Lake’s bank? Anything else?”
The sheriff was not a patient man and he had borne much; also, he liked Lars Porsena. Perfection, even in trifles, is rare and wins affection. He turned on Jeff, with an angry growl.
“Murder!”
“Lake?” murmured Jeff hopefully.
The sheriff continued, ignoring and, indeed, only half sensing the purport of Jeff’s comment:
“At least, the wound may not be mortal.”
“That’s too bad,” said Jeff. He was, if possible, more cheerful than ever.