An annoyed expression came into the face of Mr. Barnes.
He had understood from what the other had said that he really thought that Mr. Field had been brought along here.
“You don’t?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“For good and sufficient reasons.”
Barnes saw that the detective did not feel inclined to talk further, and although he would have liked to have the other’s confidence in full he would not risk offending him by asking too many questions or prying into his conclusions and conduct of the case.
The blood spots were followed across a park, and up to a fence that divided it from the grounds belonging to the railroad and covered by their tracks.
Beyond this fence the spots of blood were again found, and continued until the edge of the river was reached.
Every fact and circumstance, however trivial, connected with the trip from the Field house to this point, tended to confirm the detective in an idea that his brain had given birth to.