Cliff followed. He was cautious in his actions. He wanted to find out all he could by watching Sneaks.
Afterward, he could inquire regarding the pasty-faced crook whose name was so appropriate.
Now, Sneaks was bound for a definite destination, hopeful that Cliff would follow. He was going to confer with Double Z. Why not? In the back room of the dive he would be safe from observation. The action would mystify Cliff Marsland, and make him all the more willing to follow.
By a strange coincidence, it was the very time that Sneaks might expect a call from his mysterious chief.
Instructions, furthermore, would be valuable.
Sneaks had another purpose. When he shambled into his favorite hangout, he made a sign to a man who was lounging there. This sign was a familiar one at that place. It meant, “I’m being trailed. Watch who comes in!”
Then Sneaks entered the little back room, barred the door, and waited.
His call came, promptly at the appointed minute. One ring — if not answered, the phone would be hung up at the other end. Sneaks snatched up the receiver. He spoke hastily as he recognized the voice.
“The guy’s on my trail,” he said.
“Do you know who he is?” asked Double Z’s voice.