“Then can’t you try the bosses?” he asked.
“I guess they’re not likely to have found out much about the man, and the boys wouldn’t tell them. However, I’ll send up a report and see what can be done.”
“Thanks,” said Prescott, and then asked bluntly: “What do you make of the brown clothes?”
“So you heard they were found!” said Curtis with some dryness. “I haven’t done figuring on the matter yet.”
“I don’t suppose I’d help you by saying that they don’t belong to me.”
Curtis looked at him thoughtfully but made no answer for a while. Then:
“Did you ever see anybody wearing a suit like that?” he asked.
“Well,” Prescott answered, “I believe I once did, but I can’t think who it was. I’ve been trying hard to remember all day and it may come back.”
He got up and Curtis walked to the door with him.
“Frost’s keeping pretty keen,” he remarked.