Clinch wore a vague, indefinable smile and his best clothes, — that same smile which had so troubled Jose Quintana.
Light was fading fast in the room when the last visitor took silent leave of Clinch and rejoined the groups in the kitchen, where were the funeral baked meats.
Eve still slept. Descending again from his reconnaissance, Trooper
Stormont encountered Trooper Lannis below.
"Has anybody picked up Quintana's tracks?" inquired the former.
"Not so far. An Inspector and two state Game Protectors are out beyond Owl Marsh. The Troopers from Five Lakes are on the job, and we have enforcement men along Drowned Valley from The Scaur to Harrod Place."
"Does Darragh know?"
"Yes. He's in there with Mike. He brought a lot of flowers from Harrod
Place."
The two troopers went into the dance hall where Darragh was arranging the flowers from his greenhouses.
Stormont said quietly: "All right, Jim, but Eve must not know that they came from Harrod's."
Darragh nodded: "How is she, Jack?"