"An electric-light pencil," he remarked laconically, in an
undertone.
"Who were the others?" demanded Andrews of Dana.
There was a pause as though he were debating whether or not to
answer at all. "I don't know," he said at length. "I wish I did."
"You don't know?" queried Andrews, with incredulity.
"No, I say I wish I did know. You and your dog interrupted me just
as I was about to find out, too."
We looked at each other in amazement. Andrews was frankly
skeptical of the coolness of the young man. Kennedy said nothing
for some moments.
"I see you don't want to talk," he put in shortly.
"Nothing to talk about," grunted Dana, in disgust.
"Then why are you here?"
"Nothing but conjecture. No facts, only suspicions," said Dana,
half to himself.
"You expect us to believe that?" insinuated Andrews.
"I can't help what you believe. That is the fact."
"And you were not with them?"
"No."
"You'll be within call, if we let you go now, any time that we
want you?" interrupted Kennedy, much to the surprise of Andrews.
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