"Yes. What do you know about him?"
"Nothing good—although nothing very bad for that matter. He's a dark horse—keeps pretty much to himself. He's well known in the gay resorts, in the gambling houses and where they play the ponies."
"What's his reputation?"
"He's known as a liberal spender. He's always flashing big rolls of money——"
"Where does he get it—not from the fencing school?"
"No—that's only a blind."
The lawyer lowered his voice.
"Dick, my boy, that fellow will bear watching, and you're the man to do it."
"You want him shadowed?"
"Yes—find out where he goes, who he knows. My opinion is that he belongs to an international band of crooks—possibly counterfeiters, smugglers, or blackmailers. If you land him behind the bars you'll deserve well of your country."