“That fellow was here a couple of times last week. He came in a tremendous hurry, he did.”
“Say, there is something up between the boss an’ that feller,” commented the woman, as she lit a hand-lamp and moved toward a door.
“What makes you think that, Sadie?”
“Cos he an’ the boss did a pile of whisperin’ the other night, an’ when the boss does that why——” and the woman finished with a low laugh.
“Well, it ain’t none of our affairs, Sadie.”
“That’s so, so long as we git our wages. But come on to bed.”
“I’m ready. This bein’ up half the night makes me dead tired.”
The woman passed through the door, and, after extinguishing the large lamp which hung from a bracket, the man followed her.
Bob had listened with keen interest to the conversation between the pair. One thing was settled. Jim Casco was in the house.
Now what was best to do? Bob knew of no officer whom he could summon save Dimler, and after the way that individual had acted, the young photographer did not feel disposed to ask anything further at his hands.