Sam hesitated. “Maybe it’s more hunch than reason.”
“But what gave you the hunch?”
“Oh, one thing and then another.”
“Huh! That sounds like some of my answers in history!” quoth Poke. “It’s specially like those I make when I’m meeting a total stranger of a question, and trying to be polite, if not communicative.”
The Shark wriggled in his chair; he was growing impatient to resume play.
“Your move, Trojan!” he snapped.
“Wait a minute!” said his opponent. “Sam’s going to elucidate.”
“Well, things have happened and kept on happening,” Sam began; “things that can’t be explained except——But I say, Shark! What on earth’s the matter?”
Young Reynolds, who had turned from the table in disgust at the delay, of a sudden had uttered an exclamation and started to his feet.
“Speak out! What is it?” Sam demanded.