“Back to sea, very likely.”
“Then that’ll be the end—of everything. And we’ll never know who he was or what he wanted!”
Eve yawned. “Well that’s apt to be the way things peter out in real life, you know,” she said. “The villains just walk out of the picture.”
“And the noble man hunter takes to his heels!” I sighed.
XXIII
A Belated Visit
Hattie May came over early next morning. She was in a frightful temper and declared she was going to take the next train back to Mason’s Cove and leave Hamish to his fate.
“What’s he done now?” I inquired. “No more run-ins with the police, I hope?”
“So far as I’m concerned,” she stated, “he could languish in a foul dungeon before I would lift a finger to extrapate him!”
“Extricate, I expect you mean,” I said. “But what has he done?”