“Different case—nothing to do with this one.”
“But you overlook the evidence of the cap,” declared Step.
“Bother the cap!” said the Shark, and snapped his fingers. “Doesn’t interest me. It might have got there a dozen ways. What I’m trying to tell you is something that’s absolutely established—mathematically established. And you won’t listen!”
“We might—if you’d just figure out who except Tom Orkney would have done the job.”
“Hang it, I’m no fortune-teller!” growled the Shark.
Again Step appealed to Sam. “What’s your notion? Don’t you still think the club is all right, and Orkney is all wrong?”
“I think,” said Sam, honestly and with full conviction, “I think the weight of the evidence is against him, in spite of the Shark’s calculations. I’ve tried not to be hasty——”
“That’s right—Safety First!” cried Poke.
“And so the Safety First Club is all right!” chimed in Step jubilantly.