His eyes followed a furrow in the white sand which led from where
he sat bolstered against the tree down to his pack and the rock.
It was the trail made by his body when she had dragged him up to
the shelter and coolness of the timber. One of his laws of
physical care was to keep himself trained down to a hundred and
sixty, but he wondered how she had dragged up even so much as that
of dead weight. It had taken a great deal of effort. He could see
distinctly three different places in the sand where she had
stopped to rest.
Carrigan had earned a reputation as the expert analyst of "N"
Division. In delicate matters it was seldom that McVane did not
take him into consultation. He possessed an almost uncanny grip on
the working processes of a criminal mind, and the first rule he
had set down for himself was to regard the acts of omission rather
than the one outstanding act of commission. But when he proved to
himself that the chief actor in a drama possessed a normal rather
than a criminal mind, he found himself in the position of
checkmate. It was a thrilling game. And he was frankly puzzled
now, until--one after another--he added up the sum total of what
had been omitted in this instance of his own personal adventure.
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