“What did you want to lug Bosworth into the conversation for? Don’t you know he’s a particular favorite of Moore’s?”
“No.”
“Well, if you took German, you would. Bosworth’s mother was a German, and he knows German ’most as well as he does English,—makes rushes all the time.”
“I can’t be blamed for not knowing that.”
“Perhaps not, but you need not have connected him with the robbery.”
“I didn’t,” protested Dick; “I just connected him with Eddy.”
“Well, Eddy with the safe and Bosworth with Eddy, it’s all the same,” returned Varrell. “If Grim had been there, you wouldn’t have got out of it so easily. He’d have turned you inside out in no time.”
“But there wasn’t anything more inside me than out,” said Dick, perplexed.
“No, I’m afraid not,” rejoined Varrell with a sigh. “I say, Dick, who do you really think took that money?”
“I don’t know anything about it. Perhaps a professional, as Moore says.”