‘Bugg’s smartness,’ was the comment.
‘He wanted me to think he came from Berlin.’
‘Bugg is real smart,’ breathed Mr. Stearine with admiration.
It was evident that the agent of the Sugar Trust was unable to see past the figure of his rival, which filled up his mental horizon. I did not consider it worth while to argue the point.
‘The question is, Do you want this to be stopped?’ I said.
Stearine looked at me with something like surprise.
‘Think you can?’ he questioned briefly.
‘I know the man who is at work. I can shadow him and find out what he is doing.’
‘You will have to be almighty quick about it,’ retorted the other. ‘When did this man get away!’
‘Only an hour ago,’