Nick paused and peered with surprise into the man’s face.
“I suppose you know what you’re saying?” the detective asked, in a strange voice.
“Perfectly.”
“But that fellow tried to murder you.”
“I know that only too well.”
“And you mean to say you’re not going to lodge a complaint against him or do anything in the matter?”
The bearded face shone in the dusk.
“That man will never be accused by me,” Crawford said positively. “Don’t you recognize him?”
The detective shrugged his shoulders.
“Yes, I recognize him, all right,” he said. “It was Stone, your partner, and also—if I had not come on the scene just when I did—your murderer.”