"Yes; that's the point," Deever cried. "How did he get out?"
"He may have climbed over the wall."
"You've forgotten that his coat, with a little money in the pocket, was found hanging on the limb of a tree."
"No, I did not forget that."
"Well, why did he leave it?"
"I don't pretend to know."
"And what has become of him?"
"There, again, I shall have to find out the facts before I answer."
"I tell you he was murdered."
"Now," said Nick, smiling again, "I shall have to turn your own question against yourself: If he was murdered, what's become of him?"