“Yeah,” I said. “This isn’t getting us anywhere.”
“What I want to know,” Ansell said, sitting up, “is what happened in that hut? Did you or did you not get anything out of Quintl?”
“Of course, I didn’t,” Myra said. “I’ve told you over and over again. He put me in a hut and I went to sleep. I don’t remember a thing.”
“Well, that’s that,” I said dismally. “You can kiss your snake-bite remedy good-bye. Now Quintl’s dead no one will have it.”
“It looks like it,” Ansell said. “And yet… why was he in the hut with her? She was alone when she went to sleep, yet we find Quintl with her when we break in. There’s something behind all this.” He scratched his chin, staring at Myra with questioning eyes. “You don’t feel any different, do you?” he asked cautiously.
“You mean do I want to start floating or something like that?” Myra asked tartly. “Are you going nuts, too?”
“Maybe there’s something in what Bogle said,” Ansell went on. “Maybe he wasn’t mistaken.”
“A pair of them,” Myra said to me. “Good Lord! Put them in strait jackets.”
I stared at Ansell in alarm. “What are you getting at?”
Before he could reply a party of horsemen rode into the Square, scattering dust and breaking the stillness of the evening.