"That's a polite hint for us to go, I presume?"
"I'll be frank with you. It is."
"Very well, Mr. Mason. We'll trouble you no further—for the present."
And bowing low, the detectives walked out of the office.
A cab was awaiting them out in Broad street and they entered it, and were driven rapidly uptown on the west side.
"You've got him guessing," laughed Harry, as they sped along.
"He knows I've caught him in a lie," Old King Brady answered.
"Going to the broker's house now?"
"Yes. I wish to question his daughter and the valet."
"Did you notice anything peculiar about Mason?"