“I salute you, Princess,” said Haynes with a low bow. “You beat me in.”
“Have you been out trying to gather more evidence against my poor juggler?”
“If I have, it’s been with no success.”
“I wish you failure,” she returned as she left the room.
“Here’s something that may interest you,” said Colton to Haynes, and related the episode of the sheep.
The reporter sat down. Colton thought he looked white and worn. Haynes meditated, frowning.
“You say the sheep lay on the hard sand?” he said at length.
“Yes; halfway between the cliff-line and the ocean.”
“That ought to help a lot,” said Haynes decisively. “What marks were around it?”
“Marks?” repeated Colton vacantly.