“Hardly. We’re not going within miles of Annalaka.”
“Then our night’s work is not—” Kent could feel his companion’s revolt at the unuttered word, and supplied it for him.
“Grave robbery? It is.”
“Where?”
“In a private burying-ground on the Blairs’ estate.”
“Wilfrid Blair’s grave? When was the funeral?”
“This morning. I was among those present, though I don’t think my name will be mentioned in the papers.”
“Why should you have been there?”
“Oh, set it down to vulgar curiosity,” said Kent.
“Probably you’d say the same if I asked you the motive for this present expedition. I suppose you fully appreciate the chance we are taking?”