“And those others?” asked Zeph.
“Perhaps. But that isn’t the first thing to do. Here is a list of names that Whitey was carrying to Andy McCarrey. Very secret about it. And we are led to believe the list was coming from Jim Perrin.”
“All right! All right!” returned Zeph impatiently. “What’s the answer?”
“I can find out if Perrin really wrote these names down. I’ll do so to-morrow first thing. Then we may identify the four persons named. Just why Lyons, Bertholdt, Peters and Mike Ranny are named here to Andy McCarrey, we can only surmise. But we may believe that the four men belong to the shopmen’s union and Perrin has selected them for some certain matter which McCarrey wishes put over.”
Zeph merely nodded his head and humped his shoulders forward, staring in Ralph’s face.
“But remember, we are only supposing these things. Got to identify the writing of the names and the men owning them,” the young dispatcher continued.
“Huh!” exclaimed Zeph. “And even then we won’t know anything. Got to wait till something happens. Gee!”
“You come to me to-morrow noon and I’ll know something,” said Ralph, rising and putting away the paper in his wallet. “And then, I think, we’d better get in touch with Mr. Adair.”
“I’d like to have something to show him,” murmured Zeph. “Something good.”
“You are more likely to have something bad to show him,” returned Ralph seriously. “I believe, Zeph, that this Andy McCarrey, with Jim Perrin to help him, could swing more than half of the shopmen in Rockton.”