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Order and silence were immediately called by the crier, but the Prophet's eyes had been already attracted to the woman, who was no other than Hanlon's aunt, and for some time he looked at her with an apparent sensation of absolute terror.
But out of all this hodge-podge of cooked up news and irresponsible hints there remained just the one plausible clew to hang any hopes on and that was trainman Hanlon's recollection of seeing a child in a mackinaw jacket and carrying a jack-knife in the company of two men who alighted from a northbound train at Catskill, within ten miles of Temple Camp.
Stone, Hanlon's nobody's fool, and he knew I was follerin' him as well as he knew his name! I don't know how he knew it for I was most careful to keep out'a sight, but all the same, he did know it and what do you think he did? He led me a chase of miles and miles and miles! That's what he did!" "On purpose?" "On purpose! Laughin' in his silly sleeve! I was game. I trotted along but bullieve me!
Sure enough the two heroes of the day were walking toward the Hendricks car, which, still standing near the scene of Hanlon's triumph, awaited a good chance for a getaway. "I wonder if you ladies wouldn't like to meet this marvel," began Mr. Mortimer, genially, and Aunt Abby's delight was convincing, indeed. Eunice, too, greeted Mr. Hanlon cordially, and Hendricks held out a welcoming hand.
Hanlon's actions, in all respects, were those that might be expected from a blindfolded man. He groped, sometimes with outstretched hands, again with arms folded or hands clasped and extended, but always with an expression, so far as his face could be seen, of earnest, concentrated endeavor to go the right way.
Hanlon got up leisurely, but walked purposefully over to confront the Greenie. He smiled and motioned the native back to work. The Greenie's face showed surprise at Hanlon's action, but it made no move to go. It did, however, appear to be keeping its eyes alertly on that dread shock-rod hanging loosely in Hanlon's hand.
The emperor seemed doubtful, but at Hanlon's continued, assured insistence, finally agreed to try. He concentrated for long, long, agonizing minutes. Great beads of sweat stood out on his white, strained face, and his hands clenched into tight balls.
The admiral glanced at his wrist chronom. "Pretty late, but I'll see." He had just reached for a switch when his call buzzer sounded, and when he activated the screen the planetographer reported, "We can't find any such system on our charts." Hanlon's spirit sank. "Keep looking!" he ordered. "Check with the astronomers. It's somewhere around there I just came from that planet.
She closed her evidence by stating that she had secreted it, but could tell nothing of its ultimate and mysterious disappearance. Hanlon's part in tracing the murder is already known, we presume, to the reader.
Now he actually smiled, a rather pitiful travesty of a smile, and Hanlon's sympathy went out to him. "Then we'll get along fine," Philander said. "Just remember that your job is only to keep the natives at work during your shift, and that in your off hours you do not go hunting 'round into things that're none of your business." "Oh, naturally, sir.
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