That was all they said about it.
As a matter of fact, neither of them had the slightest suspicion of Claymore, any more than they had of any of the dozen others who had stayed in sight while Kerr and Folsom were there; but they remembered his face and name.
That was a matter of habit with them.
“Look it over,” said Nick, passing the paper to Patsy.
While the young man read, Nick thought.
At last he said:
“I think we’ll call at the undertaker’s.”
The name of the undertaker who had taken charge of Judson’s body was printed in the paper, and Nick inquired the way to his place from the first policeman they met.
There was a crowd of curious idlers at the door, and a man stood there, who at first was not going to let the detectives in.
“We want to see the body of the clergyman who——” Nick began.