Scott looked incredulous.
“Well,” he said, “who?”
“Napoleon Blood, the uncle and guardian of the dead girl.”
The private detective started. His face flushed angrily.
“Eh? You’d better guess again,” he said. “Who told you that?”
“Is it not so?”
“I refuse to say.”
“Well, how much has Blood promised to pay you to convict the cashier?”
Scott looked angry and baffled. He glared at the detectives savagely. Then muttering he began to move away.
“Hold on!” said Harry. “Take a bit of advice before you go.”