I let Dillon get a man in there, but I haven't
much hope. He's only a tool of the other whom they call Chief. By
the way, Forbes has disappeared. I can't find a trace of him since
the raid on the gambling joint."
"Any word from Warrington?" I asked.
"Yes, he's getting along finely," answered Guy mechanically, as if
his thoughts were far away from Warrington. "Queer about Forbes,"
he murmured, then cut himself short. "And, oh," he added, "I
forgot to tell you that speaking about Forbes reminds me that
Herman has been running out a clew on the Rena Taylor case. He has
been all over the country up there, he reports to Dillon, and he
says he thinks the car was seen making for Pennsylvania.
"They have a peculiar license law there, you know--at least he
says so--that enables one to conceal a car pretty well. Much good
that does us."
"Yes," I agreed, "you can always depend on a man like Herman to
come along with something like that---"
Just then the "master station" detectaphone connected with the
telephone in the garage began to talk and I cut myself short.
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