In camp the three persons were still sitting on the pine needles as they had left them; Wat Parran and Julia with hanging heads; Loney Beale with his foolish fat face all agog with curiosity. He had evidently been trying to pump the Parrans without success. He set out to square himself with McNab.
“Say, Mac, for the lova Mike what devil’s work’s been goin’ on here?”
“Keep your ears open and you’ll learn soon enough,” said McNab.
“Miss Julia,” said Brinklow, “I’m countin’ on you to help me throw a little more light on this matter. Do you want to change anything you told me before?”
She shook her head.
“What time did you go to bed the night the…er…accident happened?”
“I can’t tell you the hour,” she said. “Our watches had stopped long ago. We travelled by sun time.”
“Well, by sun time
