Chapter 18: Under Cover

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌⁠Peaches told his story while Barry dressed.

“I’d like to lay stress on my superior intelligence,” he said, “but truth compels me to acknowledge, Barry, that luck had a lot to do with it. I got to Randall Falls about seven-fifteen and went to the hotel Davy had written from. His name was on the register and the clerk said he had left three days ago――no, this is Thursday; four days ago now――but didn’