"Oh, yes!"There was prompt decision in the answer.
"Then you haven't finished that unfortunate affair? You haven't found out what caused the death of Mr.Carwell?""Oh, yes, I know what killed him." "But not who?"]
"Not yet."
"Do you hold to the suicide theory?"
"I don't hold to anything, my dear Mr.Garrigan," answered the colonel, who was in a sufficiently mellow mood to be amused by the rather vapid talk of his host - for such he had constituted himself on the ordering of the drinks and cigars."That is I haven't such a hold on any theory that I can't let go and take a new one if occasion warrants it.""I see.And so you came up to get away from the rather gruesome atmosphere down there?""Not exactly.I came up on business - I have a business in New York you know, in spite of the fact that I am here," and the colonel smiled as he looked about the room where were gathered men of wealth and leisure, who did not seem to have a care or worry in the world.
"Oh, yes, I know that," agreed Garrigan."Well, has your trip been satisfactory?""I can't say that it has.In fact it's pretty poor fishing around here, and I'm thinking of going back.I want to hear the click of the reel and the music of the brook.I wasn't cut out for a city man, and the longer I stay here the worse I hate the place, even if I do have a business here.""Then you don't care for - this," and Garrigan waved his hand at the congestion of automobiles and stages which had come to a halt opposite the big windows of the exclusive and fashionable club.