The crime student nodded; there was a look in the singular eyes which Bat Scanlon had seen there only upon rare occasions.
“I remembered it as being something like that,” said Ashton-Kirk. He took up the interrupted pacing for a moment; then paused once more. “What do you make of that sound we heard out on the hills to-night?”
Scanlon shook his head.
“You’ve got me,” said he. “That’s one of the things I put up to you when I called you in as a consultant.”
Ashton-Kirk stood looking at him, nodding his head.
“Ah, yes, to be sure. Well, we’ll see what can be done. And now,” with a look at his watch, “if you don’t mind being turned out, I think I’ll go to bed.”
“You mean to have a try at the Schwartzberg folks in the morning?”
“Yes.”
Scanlon turned and had his hand upon the door-knob when the crime specialist spoke again.
“Rather a peculiarly shaped head that man in the chair has.”