“Where did you go from Camp Forty-seven?” the president asked.
“Up the usual road.”
“But you only arrived in Los Angeles this morning, I understand.”
“Yes, sir. About two miles below the camp my gasoline tank sprang a leak, and I was forced to spend the night at the Elkhorn Ranch.”
“That is where Miss Breen is staying, is it not?”
“Yes, sir. She came in with me this morning.”
Sigsbee was ready to interrupt once more. He seemed particularly anxious to have Hooker silent.
“Gentlemen of the board,” he began impressively, “it seems to me that all the necessary arguments have been heard. Miss Breen has testified, and also Mr. Hooker. Both parties are known to you, and you must be forced to admit that the claims suggested by Mr. Nash are not alone preposterous, but impossible as well.”
The president nodded, and many of the others did the same.
“Then I move that we hold Mr. Nash guilty of the charges brought against him, and turn him over for trial before the proper authorities,” Sigsbee resumed.