"Say," said Sam curiously, "I've been in bed all day and ain't heard a word of anything. Who's been done up?"
"Hume. Stabbed in the chest."
"Shot, you mean."
"No, I mean stabbed. With a bayonet."
The man stared wonderingly.
"G'way," he said.
They bid him good-day and tramped down the three long flights to the street. Pendleton was silent, and walked with his head held down.
"We have more than an hour of good daylight left," said his friend, as they reached the street. "And as I must have a good unrestricted look at Hume's apartments before everything is hopelessly changed about, suppose we go there now. We can get a taxi in the next street."
"Just a moment," said Pendleton. "Before we take another step in the matter, Kirk, I must ask a question."
Ashton-Kirk put his hand upon his friend's shoulder.