“Aren’t you with the FBI?” Norton looked at him from under his hat brim. “Fagler said you were and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’m Paul Wagner.” “Well?” “I wanted to know what you thought about this. It is serious. James England was an important fellow to Alaska. His station up there on the knoll is Alaska’s biggest and best. Now what’s going to happen to it? I depend on him, or rather did, for my advertising. What do you make of it?” “Make of what?” said Norton. “Why, his murder.” “I thought they said it was suicide.” “They said it was accidental.” “I wasn’t listening very closely.” “What do you make of it?” “Why should I make anything of it? It’s none of my business.”