“He advised a pillow for Mr. Akers and a sense of humor for Mr. Telly.”
“Oil Ay did vars get oop,” declared Oscar soberly.
“Well,” laughed Campbell, “I guess the incident is closed. By the way, Telly hinted that you know the name of the murderer of Ben Todd.”
“That,” said Judge, “is as far-fetched as his attack theory. I merely told them I was not allowed to name the killer, until the sheriff gave his permission.”
“And I,” smiled Henry, “am very close-mouthed, John.”
It was late that afternoon, and Henry and Judge were standing in front of the general store, when Pete Gonyer and Professor Fossil came to town in a buckboard. Pete Gonyer was of medium size, swarthy, possibly forty years of age. Professor Charles Winston Norbert, jokingly called Professor Fossil, was well over six feet in height, bony and angular, with a deeply-lined face, and wearing thick-lense glasses.
Pete Gonyer went over to the King’s Castle Saloon, while the Professor came to the store. Henry had never met the man, but Judge had, and he introduced Henry.
“And how are the fossils coming, Professor?” asked Henry.
“I beg pardon, sir—but fossils do not come—they have been here for aeons.”