“Now let’s get at this thing,” he said. “Tell us just what happened after you got to Proctor’s store, Gerald.”
“I gave him your note and told him I’d come to take the cup back. He went to the window and got it and put it in the flannel bag. I took it and walked home with it and when I got up here——”
“Wait a minute,” Alf interrupted. “Didn’t you say you stopped and got a hot chocolate somewhere?”
“No, I said I wanted to, but I was afraid that if I went into Wallace’s he would recognize me and make a fuss about his broken glasses.”
“So you didn’t stop anywhere after you left Proctor’s?”
“No, not until I got to the bridge.”
“The river bridge? Why did you stop there?”
“Because Harry Merrow called to me. He and some other chaps were skating just above the bridge.”
“What did he want?” asked Alf.