“Wheels within wheels,” said Stillman, “and Weegman only one of the smallest of them. He’s one of those egotistical scoundrels who can easily be flattered and fooled into doing scurvy work for a keener mind.”
“You mean Garrity?”
“I wasn’t thinking of him when I spoke.”
“Then who–”
“I had a man named Parlmee in mind,” stated the reporter.
CHAPTER XXV
HIDDEN TRACKS
His lips parted, his eyes wide and incredulous, Locke sat up straight on his chair and stared at Stillman. Janet, who had been listening attentively, gave a little cry, and leaned forward, one slim, protesting hand uplifted. The reporter drew his case from his pocket and lit another cigarette.
Presently Lefty found his voice. “You’re crazy, Jack!” he declared resentfully.
“Am I?” inquired Stillman.