“The hell there wouldn’t,” the burly man snarled. “They been drifting in since midnight.”

“Is that so? A leak somewheres. Maybe you oughtn’t to have let them in.”

“Maybe I oughtn’t.” The burly man was angry. “But I did what you told me. You said let anybody go in or out that wanted to, but when Whisper showed to⁠—”

“To pinch him,” the chief said.

“Well, yes,” the burly man agreed, looking savagely at me.

More men joined us and we held a talk-fest. Everybody was in a bad humor except the chief. He seemed to enjoy it all. I didn’t know why.