"No, it was nothing but blind luck. I wasn't on the trail at all. I simply stumbled over the bills."
"Did you get your man?"
"There was no man to get."
"Do you mean to say you found the bills?"
"I did and I didn't. They were in the safe of a man who was murdered.
I guess I'll have to tell you the best part of the story," and Adam
Adams did so. "This is, of course, confidential," he went on.
"Trust me for that, Adams. Strange complication, as you just remarked. I suppose you are going to follow up the murder mystery. Will you follow this up, too?"
"I think so. I can't get it out of my head that the two are related to each other."
"More than likely. Now, you just said you wanted to know something."
"I want to know about this John S. Watkins, of Bryport."
"Um! If I give you his record, you'll of course keep it to yourself.
You know how the department is about such things?"