“Pollock went away last night, didn’t he?”
“Yeah, he went away on the⸺” The sheriff hesitated as he remembered the wording of that telegram. “I heard he did,” he finished rather lamely. “What about him?”
“That’s what I’d like to know.”
“Do you know Pollock, Hartley?”
“Never met the gent in my life.”
“Then why are you so interested in him?”
“It ain’t so much the man as it is the things he does.”
“What’s he done?”
Hashknife paused with a forkful of food short of his lips. “Quién sabe?” he said softly.