“Hang me if it isn’t Delvin Riddle!” he exclaimed.
CHAPTER XXII.
A STRANGE SOUBRETTE.
Delvin Riddle!
The name gave Frank Merriwell a shock, for Riddle was the advance agent of the “Julian King Stock Company.”
In a flash, Merry understood the fellow’s little game.
It had signally failed.
King had not been able to pump the new advance man of the “Empire Theater Comedy Company,” although he had tried hard enough.
Not a bit of information had he drawn from Merriwell’s lips.
“Hello, Riddle!” cried Lawrence, stepping forward swiftly. “What are you doing with Merriwell?”