Garry grinned.
"Of course you didn't know. How should you?"
The two men looked hard at each other.
"Joe Calder's dead," said Garry.
Bellshaw started.
"Dead," he exclaimed.
"Murdered. Shot through the heart."
"Who did it?"
"Nobody knows, but I have a suspicion," Garry answered. "He's buried, and so far as that goes it's done with, but he was a friend of mine, and yours, and we ought to do something."
"I shan't. Let it be, man. What's the good of kicking up a fuss?" argued Bellshaw.