"Well, I don't blame you. Now you'd better quietly sneak back to your quarters. There is likely to be trouble before we get through. You, too, Brower. Nobody knows you are here."
Brower opened his eyes again.
"I can get out of this place now I've had me hop," said he, decidedly. "Come on, let's go."
"We'll all go," I agreed; "but let's see what we can find here first. There may be some paper—or something——"
"What do you mean? What sort of papers? Hadn't we better go at once?"
"It is supposed to be well known that the reason Hooper isn't assassinated from behind a bush is because in that case his killers are in turn to assassinate a long list of his enemies. Only nobody is sure: just as nobody is really sure that he has killers at all. You can't get action on an uncertainty."
She nodded. "I can understand that."
"If we could get proof positive it would be no trick at all to raise the country."
"What sort of proof?"
"Well, I mentioned a list. I don't doubt his head man—Ramon, I suppose, the one he'd trust with carrying out such a job—must have a list of some sort. He wouldn't trust to memory."