“Never mind that at present. The point is that Simon P. Groot naturally supposed you to have been mixed up in whatever tragedy there was going. You’ve an unfortunate knack of manufacturing evidence against yourself, Sedgwick. The redeeming feature is that the sheriff can’t very well use it to arrest you.”
“I don’t see why.”
Kent chuckled. “Don’t you see that the last thing the sheriff wants to do is arrest anybody?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Why, he has the body safely buried, now. You’ll remember that he was in a great hurry to get it buried. Identification is what he dreaded. Danger of identification is now over. If any one should be arrested, the body would be exhumed and the danger would return in aggravated form. No; he wants you suspected, not arrested.”
“He is certainly getting his wish!”
“For the present. Well, I’m off.”
“Why don’t you move your things from the hotel and stay here with me?” suggested Sedgwick.
“Getting nervous?” inquired Kent.
“It isn’t that; but I think I could make you more comfortable.”