"Ah—not Jessie?"
"Can't say. Maybe not. More than likely—not."
"Alec?"
Bill shook his head decidedly.
"Not that boy."
"Murray McTavish?"
"He knows."
Kars nodded agreement.
"He knew when he was lying to me he didn't understand Allan visiting Bell River," he said.
Kars' eyes had become coldly contemplative. And in the brief silence that followed, for all his intimate understanding of his friend, Bill Brudenell was unable even to guess at the thoughts passing behind the icy reserve which seemed to have settled upon him.