13. FOOTSTEPS IN THE DARK
Dinsdale and the girl returned at that moment, and Charlie hastily restored galley one hundred and ten to his pocket.
“Sorry I can’t put you higher up,” the hotel man was saying. “The view would be better, of course. But I’m using only the ground floor at present, and just the one wing, at that.”
“It’s awfully good of you to take us at all,” Leslie Beaton assured him. “Now, Mr. Chan, hadn’t we better be going? I just remembered poor Cash.”
“For whom, perhaps, time does not travel so rapidly as it did this afternoon,” Chan replied. “You are quite right, we must hasten.” Don Holt and the girl went outside, and Dinsdale followed. Charlie turned to the old sheriff. “Good night, sir. We have something to work on now. As I recall—you once enjoyed camping journeys wi
