“What?” This was a day of surprises for Grogan.
“He’s dead,” repeated Harry, “died the night we left Millville.”
“Well,” Grogan’s manner had changed. “There were some good points about the man, after all. I’ve heard he’d never take a drink alone—if he could avoid it.”
“And the Welcome family has moved away,” Harry went on.
“Where?”
“No one knows. I’ve been too busy to investigate myself so I sent Clark to locate them.”
“Aha,” said Grogan. “Then it was Clark you were talking to?”
“Of course,” replied Harry impatiently, “didn’t you hear?”
“Yes, yes, but—” Grogan broke off abruptly. “Say, didn’t that fat fellow who was going to be a detective, the fellow who nearly killed me riding on his grocery wagon, didn’t he know anything?”
“He’s left Millville, too.”