“What and where to, it now becomes our job to find out.”
“Did you notice anything queer about his knowing instantly where Krome was?”
“I’ll say. It looks to me as though Cary got Krome tied up in that chess game while Punaro does what he pleases in the galley.”
“That’s a wise deduction, Mr. Holmes, but Dr. Watson noticed something else.”
Brad laughed in spite of his uneasiness. “I’d call you the Sherlock Holmes and me Dr. Watson. You were the first to begin picking up clues.”
“Strange how so many things have come up to make me know something’s wrong. Even Ned Miller warned me the other day when I mentioned Punaro—that I mustn’t ever let him bring me home, that he’s not my kind.”
“Ned’s in a position to know, Kitty, right down there working with him. And say, this is what I wanted to tell you up at the Snack Bar.”
“Go ahead. I’ve been bustin’ to hear.”
“I noticed Punaro’s shoes the other day when he came in to empty our wastebasket. There’s a scorched streak across them, but he’s evidently tried to polish it away.”
“And you really think it could have been caused by a spark igniting spilled gasoline or kerosene?”