"How, Jim? Talk to me. Let"s get this out into the open. It may very well be the thing we need to find our killer."
James Oglethorpe looked up at Jake suddenly with the bright eyes of the feverish as he lifted his head and began laughing hysterically. Jake, surprised, said nothing but watched and waited until the fit of laughter had passed. But as he watched a cold chill ran down his spine.
"You think you are going to find him, do you!" the young man blurted out between fits of insane laughter mixed in with the pain of his aching ribs. "You think you will stop him before he kills again?"
Overhead the ugly screams of falling Boche artillery drowned out Oglethorpe"s mad ravings and was immediately followed by the ear-splintering roar of an explosion just a few feet away from the tent"s en
