“Well, you bet I do!”
“Can you prove it?”
Whitman was silent a moment. Then he said:
“Well, I’ve been working up a case on the White Star Line dock. I know three men sailed from there last Saturday whom I am sure are the trio.”
“Did you see them?”
“Well, that is, a friend of mine did.”
Finally the fellow was bound to admit that he was not by any means sure of his statement.
He depended largely upon the imagination of another, and finally, much discomfited, admitted that he could not prove it.
The Bradys thus met with all sorts of rumors.
But they said nothing.