“Even if he didn’t, Raymond would befriend him, if he knew the sort of chap the man you are after was. He has sheltered more criminals than I can mention.”
“I am quite interested,” said Bob. “Come on!”
But the constable held back. The fact of the matter was that Raymond was down on him, and had threatened to make matters warm if he found Dimler around his hotel.
“We can go in the morning,” said the constable, by way of excuse.
“Casco may be gone by that time, if he is there.”
“I have no papers to search Raymond’s place. I don’t want to get into trouble.”
“I believe you are afraid,” cried Bob, somewhat angrily. “I will go alone.”
He turned on his heel at once. Dimler’s brow contracted.
“Well, go on, if you’re so headstrong,” he said, and, as Bob passed out of hearing, he added: “He’ll have a fine time if he riles Raymond up, see if he don’t.”
The road was a perfectly straight one, and Bob had but little difficulty in finding the cross-road hotel Dimler had mentioned.