Step grunted. “Huh! Bet you he’d found out who was who and what was what! But that just thickens the fog.”
“How so?”
“Why didn’t he have the other fellow locked up in Groche’s place?”
“Jiminy! that’s a good point!” cried Poke.
Sam said nothing, and for a moment the three trudged on in silence.
“Oh, well,” said Poke at last, “the Major knows now, but we’ll know sooner or later.”
“How’s that?” Sam asked quickly.
Poke shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, things are bound to come out. They always do. It’s just like a dog burying a bone—if he doesn’t dig it up, some other dog will.”
“Don’t you believe a secret can be kept?”
“Well, I can’t remember keeping many myself,” chuckled Poke. “And they say murder will out, you know. This wasn’t murder, of course, but it came uncomfortably near it.”