“Sure. Probably those old eyes were on me while I was doing it. She couldn’t have gone far; possibly she was in the woods nearby. I made only a cursory examination so as not to excite suspicion if she or anybody else had been watching. Now let’s see, what’s back of that house. The old wood lot—a pasture——”
“That’s all,” spoke up the store-keeper. “Then the railroad cuts through beyond that.”
“Railroad!” said the District Attorney sharply. “Why, that’s about the point where that wreck was yesterday afternoon.”
“Yes,” replied the store-keeper. “The pasture lot runs right down to the bend, and it was on that bend that the cars left the track.”
“By George! you’re right,” exclaimed the District Attorney.
He seemed to ponder the situation for a few moments. Then he made a movement as if to be off.
“I won’t detain you gentlemen,” he said quickly. “If you want to fish you’d better be on your way. Just about time to make it before sundown.”
Hunky smiled.
“I’m not so keen on fishing as my friend Triteham here,” he said quietly. “I’d much rather go along with you to see that wreck.”
The District Attorney eyed him carefully. Then: