Bassett watched him narrowly.
“His name was Lucas. Howard Lucas.”
“All right. Now we have that, where does Beverly Carlysle come in?”
“Clark was infatuated with her. The man he shot was the man she had married.”
XXV
Shortly after that Dick said he would go to his room. He was still pale, but his eyes looked bright and feverish, and Bassett went with him, uneasily conscious that something was not quite right. Dick spoke only once on the way.
“My head aches like the mischief,” he said, and his voice was dull and lifeless.
He did not want Bassett to go with him, but Bassett went, nevertheless. Dick's statement, that he meant to surrender himself, had filled him with uneasiness. He determined, following him along the hall, to keep a close guard on him for the next few hours, but beyond that, just then, he did not try to go. If it were humanly possible he meant to smuggle him out of the town and take him East. But he had an uneasy conviction that Dick was going to be ill. The mind did strange things with the body.
Dick sat down on the edge of the bed.