“Quite likely,” said Haynes. “They may arrest you.”
“God knows, I never thought of killing Serd-holm or any other man!” he said earnestly. “But I had a grudge against him, and I wasn’t far away when he was killed. Your evidence will help me, unless-” he swallowed hard.
“No; I don’t believe you had any part in it,” said Haynes, answering the unfinished part of the sentence. “I don’t see how you could have unless you can fly.”
The man smiled dismally. “And then about those queer tracks——”
“Nothing about that now,” interrupted Haynes quickly. “You’d better report to your captain and keep quiet about this thing.”
“All right,” said Bruce. “Good-night, gentlemen.”
“What’s that about tracks?” asked Colton.
“I want you and the professor to come to my room sometime this evening,” said the reporter. “I’ll have a full map drawn out by then, and I want your views. Perhaps you’d better feel my pulse first,” he added, with a slant smile.
Colton looked at him hard. “You’re excited, Haynes,” he said. “I haven’t seen you this much worked up. You’ve got something big, haven’t you?”
“Just how big I don’t know. But it’s too big for me.”