"I can hand these letters over to the police, and let the officers inquire into the matter," added Pillgrim. "They need not call any names."
"I would rather not stir up the dirty pool. Besides, Tom Barron and his mother may be in the house, after all. There is no evidence to the contrary."
"I shall satisfy myself on that point by another visit to the house. If I find there is such a person there, I shall be satisfied."
"That will be the better way."
Just then it occurred to Somers that Coles might have seen him while he was insensible, and was already aware that his scheme had miscarried. He questioned Pillgrim, therefore, in regard to the persons in the bar-room when he entered. From the answers received he satisfied himself that the conspirators had departed before the "row" in the front room occurred.
"Now, Somers, I am going down to that house again before I sleep," said the lieutenant. "This time, I shall take my revolver. Will you go with me?"
"I don't feel exactly able to go out again to-night. My head doesn't feel just right," replied Somers, who, however, had other reasons for keeping his room, the principal of which was the fear that he might meet Coles there, and that, by some accident, his presence in the front room during the conference might be disclosed.
"I think you are right, Somers. You had better keep still to-night," said Pillgrim. "Shall I send you up anything?"
"Thank you; I don't need anything."
"A glass of Bourbon whiskey would do you good. It would quiet your nerves, and put you to sleep."