“I don’t know what he wants, but I know he has followed me everywhere. After I discovered it, I made an effort to throw him off.”
“But couldn’t?”
“No; not even when I dodged round corners, took an omnibus, and then deserted that for a cab.”
Browning whistled.
“Well, that’s queer!” he said. “Do you fancy he’s some ruffian Mart Brattle has hired to do you up?”
“Of course, I do not know who or what he is, but I do know he is a spy.”
“Well, we haven’t any particular use for spies, have we, Merriwell?”
“It doesn’t seem to me that we have.”
“Then I’ll just go down and wipe him off the face of the earth!” growled Bruce. “Rattleton said I needed exercise. This will give me what I need.”
“What will you do?”