"Eleven days?" Eaton repeated.
"Yes; for it was just eleven days before this train left Seattle that you came to the house of Mr. Gabriel Warden and waited there for him till he was brought home dead!"
Eaton, sitting forward a little, looked up at the conductor; his glance caught Avery's an instant; he gazed then to Harriet Santoine. At the charge, she had started; but Avery had not. The identification, therefore, was Connery's, or had been agreed upon by Connery and Avery between them; suggestion of it had not come from the Santoines. And Connery had made the charge without being certain of it; he was watching the effect, Eaton now realized, to see if what he had accused was correct.
"What do you mean by that?" Eaton returned.
"What I said. You came to see Gabriel Warden in Seattle eleven days ago," Connery reasserted. "You are the man who waited in his house that night and whom every one has been looking for since!"
"Well?" inquired Eaton.
"Isn't that so?" Connery demanded. "Or do you want to deny that too and have it proved on you later?"
Again for a moment Eaton sat silent. "No," he decided, "I do not deny that."
"Then you are the man who was at Warden's the night he was murdered?"
"Yes," said Eaton, "I was there that evening. I was the one who came there by appointment and waited till after Mr. Warden was brought home dead."