“What sort of property?” Jake demanded. Jake was the spokesman of the two.
“That's not important,” Bassett observed, easily. “What we want to know is if Henry Livingstone had any family.”
“He had a brother.”
“No one else?”
“Then it's up to me to trail the brother,” Bassett observed. “Either of you remember where he lived?”
“Somewhere in the East.”
Bassett laughed.
“That's a trifle vague,” he commented good-humoredly. “Didn't you boys ever mail any letters for him?”
He was certain again that they exchanged glances, but they continued to present an unbroken front of ignorance. Wasson was divided between irritation and amusement.
“What'd I tell you?” he asked. “Like master like man. I've been here ten years, and I've never got a word about the Livingstones out of either of them.”