“I never did learn many of the details,” Flash admitted. “It was a funny thing, though. Joe and I saw him on the train. He didn’t remember us or, if he did, he gave no sign. He seemed especially interested in an army man, Major Hartgrove.”
“Interested?”
“Oh, it was only my idea. It struck me he might have boarded the train with the intention of watching the Major.”
“Well, if he’s dead he won’t do any more watching,” Doyle returned carelessly. “We’re getting near the main gate now. Let me have the passes.”
“What passes?”
“Didn’t Joe give them to you?” Doyle demanded, lifting his foot from the accelerator.
“He didn’t give me anything.”
The sound technician groaned. “Joe had all our credentials. You didn’t think they’d let us through the gate without proper identification?”
Flash had not given the matter a thought. “Won’t our truck get us by?” he asked.
“It may, but I doubt it. They’re not letting many sound outfits inside.”