He nodded gloomily.
"Much too little for a man to hide in," he agreed; adding: "But I think I have known that, all along; known, at least, that it would be only a question of time."
The waiter had come to take Miss Richlander's dinner order, and the talk paused. After the man had gone she began again.
"Why did you run away?" she asked.
Smith shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
"What else was there for me to do. Besides, I believed, at the time, that I had killed Dunham. I could have sworn he was dead when I left him."
She was toying idly with the salad-fork. "Sometimes I am almost sorry that he wasn't," she offered.
"Which is merely another way of saying that you were unforgiving enough to wish to see me hanged?" he suggested, with a sour smile.
"It wasn't altogether that; no." There was a pause and then she went on: "I suppose you know what has been happening since you ran away—what has been done in Lawrenceville, I mean?"
"I know that I have been indicted by the grand jury and that there is a reward out for me. It's two thousand dollars, isn't it?"