“Tell me about Robertson. I have a man watching his house in Camp’s End, but he hasn’t gone home yet.” I said, “He was down in the graveyard, saw us up in the belfry. He gave us the rude number one with lots of emphasis and then came after us.” “You think he knows you were in his house?” the chief asked. “If he hasn’t been home since I was there, I don’t see how he could know, but he must. Excuse me a second, sir.”
