“Does it say what the clew is?” he asked.
“No,” replied Greer, a light flashing upon him.
“Why do you look at me so?” inquired Wilbur.
“Oh, nothing.” Greer said this carelessly, but the other could see that his easy manner was forced.
“I am not afraid of you; you dare not inform against me.”
“I thought you knew a little about it,” said Elmer. “You have made a terrible mistake.”
“I could not help it; he goaded me on,” replied Wilbur. “But what do I care? He is not the first that has been removed. What bothers me is the clew you speak of.”
“Smith was my friend,” remarked Greer, drawing his chair back from the table at which the pair were seated.
“Yes, you were quite a good friend of his, too; you tried to rob him, I believe, just to show your friendship. You are a nice gentleman, you are.”
“I am not a murderer.”