“How far was he from where you were?”
“About seventy-five or eighty feet, I think.”
“Was he nearer than that to Merrow?”
“Oh, yes, Merrow was about twenty feet from the bridge. Hiltz was sitting on the bank at the right. I suppose he was fifty feet from Harry.”
“What do you think?” asked Alf, turning to Dan. Dan shook his head in a puzzled way.
“I don’t know,” he said. “He might have. Maybe he thought it would be a good way to get even with the three of us at one fell swoop. By the way, where does he live?”
“In Whitson; second floor,” answered Tom. “I don’t know his number, though.”
“If we could find out what he did after Gerald left him,” muttered Dan. “Harry Merrow might know how long he was on the ice.”
“Yes, but he might have come in here any time during the two hours from three to five.”
“Yes, but if he meant to swipe the cup he would have done it while he was certain that both Gerald and I were at hockey practice, and he would probably have done it early in the afternoon.”