Returning from the post office, he kept a sharp eye for the unknown loiterer, but saw him not.

He even walked quickly to the bend of the road, but the other man had vanished.
Grant and Hart were talking of anything but the murder when Bates thrust his head in.

He was grasping his goatee beard, sure sign of some weight on his mind.
"Beg pardon," he said, "but I thought you'd like to know.

The place is just swarmin' with 'em." "Bees ?" inquired Hart.
Bates stared fixedly at the speaker for a second or two.
"No, sir, 'tecs," he said.

"There's a big 'un now--just the opposite to the little 'un, Hawkshaw.