The taller of the two lads, Todd, smiled pleasantly.
“I was just saying that it would be a good joke if we were to run into Bloomberg in Alaska,” he repeated obligingly. “I heard that he had gone somewhere up the Yukon to run a gambling place.”
“Just about the sort of thing you might expect Bloomberg to do,” said Tom, with a grimace of distaste.
“He was a gambler, you know, before he turned to the motion picture game,” said Todd. “I suppose now that he is down and out in his chosen profession, he’s gone back to his old trade.”
“Probably hopes to make a lot of money quick and retrieve his fortunes,” hazarded Tom.
“H’m!” said Ruth absently. “I hadn’t heard!” She thereupon fell into a deep study from which Tom found it impossible to arouse her for some time.
Bloomberg in Alaska running a gambling place! That was why Charlie Reid had been in New York to spy upon her and not Bloomberg himself.
Again the old questions came to torment her.
Had that been Charlie Reid she and Helen had seen on the station platform? Was that Reid in the lobby of the Tevor-Grand Hotel?
If so, then there was the probability that the stealthy trailer would not leave them there. The chances were—and at the thought Ruth looked about her at the chattering excited crowds uneasily—he might be aboard that very ship, hidden somewhere in this sea of people!