The control chief was obviously interested.
“How do you know?”
“Who would know better than a Morgan?”
Chick’s wriggle of excitement went unobserved.
“That’s so,” Vance remarked. “You are named the same as one of the old buccaneers, at that! Say, Doc—tell you the facts:
“I was with the engineers when they discovered that skeleton.”
“I knew it all the time. So was I.”
“Oh, yes—I recollect, you were,” Vance agreed, while Chick listened and tried to register in his memory every look, every phrase, every intonation of the two men. There was either a fresh mystery leaping to the fore, or the explanation of many mysteries was about to come into the light.
“Well—” Doc paused significantly.
Vance cried that he did not understand that hint.