Maltz frowned deeply, disbelief written across his face. He bent down to examine the freshly unearthed corpse closely. Although its coat and trousers were gone, the face was unmistakable, and that conspicuous bushy beard had left a lasting impression on him.
That raised a question.
The corpse buried underground was Frank.
Who was the charred corpse?
Could that also be Frank?
Surely there couldn't be two Franks?
The old Chief instinctively looked toward his partner. When he saw Arthur's calm expression, he immediately sighed with relief.
He didn't know what Arthur had noticed, or what he had "heard."
But the old Chief knew that as long as Arthur was there, nothing would be a problem.
Cook felt the same way. Although he had never truly witnessed a Medium's abilities, the newspapers had reported on them more than once.
And so Cook's eyes were full of anticipation.
Under their scrutiny, Arthur showed no sign of panic. His own abilities might have been average, but standing on the shoulders of so many giants, he had already begun to make sense of things.
First, Maltz couldn't have mistaken the man's identity.
Arthur was utterly confident about that.
The old Chief's age might have diminished his physical strength, but certainly not his memory, and his eyes remained sharp enough.
He would never confuse someone he had seen within the past three days.
Especially not someone with such distinctive features.
So the corpse buried underground was definitely Frank.
Second, the charred corpse.
In a sense, that was also Frank!
Or, to put it another way, this Frank was the Frank those gamblers knew.
It was a trick someone had set up.
As for why?
"Turn this corpse over."
Arthur looked at the corpse unearthed from the ground. The reason he had noticed something wrong earlier