Without a word he wrote on a pad on the desk:
“Leave it there. They don’t know we’ve found it. We can use it against them!”
XI
THE FRAME-UP
Hastily Craig wrote on the paper, while Hastings and I read in silence:
“We’ll lay a trap by a fake conversation about the garage.”
Neither of us spoke a word, waiting for our cue from him.
“Well,” he said, in a rather loud tone, as though he had just come into the office, “one thing that we must do is to find out whether there was a car that came into the city from Westport that night—and perhaps went back there. There’s a clue in that garage, Walter. Some one is making that a headquarters. But we can’t do anything to-night—not after your experience. No, we’ll have to wait until daylight to-morrow and then we’ll make a thorough search.”
“You won’t get me there again alone at night,” I put in, and my tone was rather convincing after my experience.
“I’m sure there’s something there, all right,” added Hastings, following the lead, although he seemed to have only the most indefinite notion of where it took him.