“I keep on telling yer I was under that bed, an’ heard,” said Jimmy in contempt.
“Magnificent!” shouted Clement. “Who did he ring up?”
“A Revelstoke number. Ast fer a feller named Locust.”
“Lucas!” shouted Clement. “What did he say?”
“Said something about things was all gone bust, and that he, this Lucas feller, must meet him at the Three Pins with all he could get hold of. Then he got out.”
“To the mountains,” said Gatineau.
“Why?”
“Three Pins is a difficult and little known pass. I know it. A hard journey, but it can be reached from here-and Revelstoke.”
“Can we get there quicker than by following Neuburg’s trail?”