“Probably,” Carter rejoined, and then for a time he lapsed into deep thought.
The captain was also silent.
Nick’s eyes wandered around the room and he bit his lips.
Upon his face there was a strained expression.
One could tell that he was following some train of thought.
The pupils of his eyes blazed brilliantly.
Minute after minute passed and still he did not speak.
Patiently his companion waited.
Carter’s eyes rested upon the clothing of the victim, which was lying on a chair near the bed in a corner of the room.
It was in a confused heap.