“That man—what was he doing here?” demanded Gilbert.
“Sure, an’ I dunno. Stop there!” cried Casey. But Nuggy only ran the faster, and in a few seconds disappeared from view.
“I believe he was at my coat,” went on Gilbert, as he picked the garment from the floor. Under the coat lay the documents and the sealed envelope.
“Well, if he was after anything, he didn’t get it,” he added, as he placed the things in the pocket and put the coat under his pillow again. “I wonder who it was?”
“Sames to me it was the feller that was talkin’ to Stummer the other day,—that sport av a young man.”
“You mean Mr. Polk?” demanded Gilbert.
“I don’t know his handle, but the feller as was askin’ about you.”
“That is the man I mean.” Gilbert’s brow grew clouded. “If that was the man, he was up to no good.”
“Is he down on you, lieutenant?”
“I have every reason to believe he is, although I don’t care to talk about it.”