"What did you do?" I asked, as Craig rejoined me a few moments later. "What did you say? My hat's off to you," I added in admiration.
"Told him I had trailed her here with one of my operatives, but was convinced there was nothing wrong, after all," he returned.
"You mean," I asked as the result of Craig's quick thinking dawned on me, "that you told him Sherburne was your operative?"
Kennedy nodded. "I want to see him, now, if I can," he said simply.
CHAPTER VI
THE SERUM DIAGNOSIS
We paid our check and Kennedy and I sauntered in the direction Sherburne had taken, finding him ultimately in the cafe, alone. Without further introduction Kennedy approached him.
"So—you are a detective?" sneered Sherburne superciliously, elevating his eyebrows just the fraction of an inch.
"Not exactly," parried Kennedy, seating himself beside Sherburne. Then in a tone as if he were willing to get down, without further preliminary, to business, seemingly negotiating, he asked: "Mr. Sherburne, may I ask just what it is on which you base your claim on Mrs. Seabury? Is it merely meeting her here? If that is so you must know that it amounts to nothing—now."