We shook hands all around, and as we climbed in the car Ashbury said, “That’s a fine piece of work, Donald.”
Chapter eleven
No one talked much as I drove the car to the main highway, turned into the automobile camp, and switched off the lights and motor. I got out and started to open the door on the other side, then saw a car I hadn’t seen before, and got a glimpse at an E embedded in a diamond on the license plate.
I didn’t say a word to the others, but walked directly toward my own cabin.
Two men stepped out of the shadows. One of them said, “Your name Lam?”
I said, “Yes.”
“Donald Lam?”
“Yes.”
“Come on in. We want to talk with you. We have telegraphic instructions to pick you up.”
I was hoping that Ashbury and Alta would have sense enough to keep out of it. They got out of the car and stood by the door. Alta’s face was white in the moonlight.