“I agree with you,” Gees said slowly. “Robert Hunter brought it here, unwillingly, in all probability, but he did bring it, or them. There may be more than one. I don’t know much about it, yet.”
“What makes you think more than one, sir?” Bird asked, rather uneasily.
“What I have heard about the present state of this Norris girl, and Hunter’s telling me he shot at the thing, apparently after she had had her seizure, or whatever you choose to call it.”
“But how— why should that?” Bird began, and paused.
Gees poured the last of the beer into the little man’s glass, and inwardly marvelled at his tankage capacity and the fact that he was totally unaffected by the alcoholic content of what he had drunk.
“For that,” he said, “on the theory that I’m inclined to accept, you have to go back to
