“There is no use pretending ignorance,” he said quietly. “Show him the note, Shirley.”
Shirley drew the note from her handbag and passed it to Jones, who read it carefully. Then the latter looked up and smiled.
“I don’t blame you for suspecting me, in view of this note,” he said with a smile, “but just the same I shall have to deny the implication. The boy is fooling you. I know nothing of his whereabouts.”
“That,” said Leonard calmly, “is a lie.”
Jones took a threatening step forward, but Leonard did not give an inch.
“A liar, am I?” said Jones. “I’ll show you.”
His arm came up from his side, and he aimed a terrific blow at Leonard’s head. But quick as he was Leonard was quicker.
With a movement he avoided the blow, and stepping forward seized Jones’ arm before the latter could recover himself. He twisted it quickly and sharply, and Jones stepped back with a cry of pain.
“None of that,” said Leonard sternly. “Now, will you tell us where Jimmy is or not?”
“I have told you I don’t know,” said Jones.