“Two, eh?”
“Yes, one was rather tall and very broad and powerful——”
“Cray!” put in Griswold.
“Yes, he told me that after I was handcuffed,” Simpson agreed, “and he said the other man was Nick Carter.”
“So Carter was here? I wonder what’s happened to him? When did the others butt in, Simpson, and who were they?”
The handcuffed man looked up at him in bewilderment.
“I don’t know anything about any others,” he declared, with evident sincerity.
“But there must have been others. Cray was found outside here this morning, with his head nearly mashed in. Didn’t you hear anything after they shut you up. You didn’t go to sleep right away, did you, after that sort of thing? Did you have any accomplice?”
The treasurer shook his head in a dazed sort of way. “Nobody else had any hand in what I did, Mr. Griswold,” he said. “As for falling asleep, I guess you wouldn’t have done that very quickly if you had been in my place. I did doze off after daylight, but that was all.”