“He’s the same Jasniff,” whispered the senator’s son. “He always did have a smooth tongue.”
“Yes. And that smooth tongue of his got him into more than one difficulty,” responded our hero.
The pair remained silent for a minute or two longer listening to the questions put by Ralph Obray and the answers made by Nick Jasniff. Finally the questions became so personal that the fellow who had been in prison commenced to grow suspicious.
“Well, will you have an opening for me or not?” he demanded at last, arising to his feet.
At that moment Dave and Roger glided around the side of the office and tiptoed in through the doorway. They came up directly behind Nick Jasniff before he was aware of their presence.
“Here is the fellow if you want to talk to him,” said Mr. Obray quickly; and thereupon the visitor turned around, to stare in amazement at Dave and Roger.
“W—w—what——” stammered Nick Jasniff, and was unable to go on.
“You didn’t expect to see us, did you, Jasniff?” declared Dave coolly.
“You were lucky to get out of prison so quickly,” put in Roger.
“I—I—don’t know you,” faltered Nick Jasniff, and now his face grew purple while the heavy beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead.