“Which desk did you have, Trojan?” the Shark persisted.
“Which? Why—why, one near the middle of the row.”
“Able to point it out surely?”
The Trojan hesitated. “I—I guess so. Only I didn’t notice especially.”
“Umph! Remember your neighbors?”
The Trojan wrinkled his brow. “Let’s see! None of our crowd was very near me.”
“Was Zorn?” Sam queried.
“I think he was over to the left—two or three desks away.”
“And Jack Hagle?”
“Yes, he was near me.”