“Well,” said Barton as the sound of the car faded out, “I don’t know that there’s any more to do here now. Anybody hungry? I am.”
“Let’s go eat,” urged Pine.
I looked at my watch in the rays of the headlights. It was six-fifteen. It seemed incredible that so much could have happened in so short a time since we sat in Superintendent Garvey’s office and watched the first creeping shadows of evening stealing out across the valley floor.
“If we eat now, what do we do about everything? Meaning the wallet the professor found—” began Lieutenant Turner.
“How about another session after dinner?” suggested Barton.
“Suits me,” Turner answered.
We climbed into the cars and a few moments later were dropping down the grade, leaving the battered wreck in the shallow ditch.
Rogers was silent all th
