Whalley displayed a pitiable agitation.
“Ze tall, still man, ze man at ze fisher-house? He ees dead?” he cried.
“You ought to know.”
“I sink he was dead,” said the juggler simply. “I hear zat sound up in ze air.”
Once more he threw his hands upward in that shuddering gesture which had startled them the night of the wreck.
“Zen I hear him cry like a dead man. A great an’ terreeble cry! I run to my place an’ hide away.”
“He heard the kites,” said Colton to Professor Ravenden. Then to the juggler:
“Now, Whalley, what put it into your head to walk out on your hands after your knife when you killed Mr. Haynes and Serdholm?”
“To make it like ze ozzer tracks,” he replied promptly.
“What other tracks?” cried the two men in a breath.