“Yours to command. I will stick to that house like glue. Depend on me for that, Frank.”
“If you see anything that leads you to believe Abe is being removed from the house, follow him.”
“Ay, ay, sir. When it comes to that little trick, Wind-jammer Wiley is the boy!”
Having left Wiley there, Merry hastened to the nearest point where a cab could be found, and was soon being carried toward the office of Scott & Keene, Kansas City’s two famous private detectives.
His one fear was that Bial Keene would not be at his office and could not be found. He knew Keene’s house address, yet it was possible the man would be engaged in some piece of work, so that he would be neither at the office nor the house. Having reached the office building, Merry instructed the cab driver to wait. As it was after hours, the place seemed almost deserted. The watchman was on hand, however, and promptly stopped Frank.
“I must see Mr. Keene,” explained Frank.
“Mr. Keene is probably at home.”
“Are you certain?”
“It makes no difference. You can’t see him here at this hour.”
“Not if I have an appointment with him?”