“Nothing, nothing at all.”
“That’s what I thought. What’re you doing up so early?”
“Just messing around, that’s all. I couldn’t sleep.”
“You never do sleep in the morning. You’ve probably got a guilty conscience.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” Evans looked at him a little surprised, “well, I don’t know what I mean, do you?”
“How should I?”
“This isn’t making much sense.”
Bervick agreed. Evans looked at him thoughtfully. He had been acting strangely lately, ever since the Chief had disappeared. Evans wondered absently if Bervick might not have had something to do with Duval’s death. He examined the idea with interest. Bervick might have hit him on the head with a hammer and then he might have dropped him overboard. That was not at all unlikely. Evans smiled.
“What’s so funny?”