“Well,” continued Ward, “that’s one reason why I figured on you. It’s also the main reason why I’m going to tell you something that wasn’t in to-day’s story.”
Ward half rose from his swivel chair to make sure that no one was near the city desk. Then he leaned forward and buzzed in Burke’s ear. A look of surprise appeared on the reporter’s face.
“Judge Tolland!” he exclaimed in a low voice. “You mean that he may be in this?”
“That’s what Caulkins was saying when they got him,” declared Ward. “I’m laying off it for the present. But keep your eye peeled. Listen, Burke: One of three things is sure. First” — Ward tapped his left thumb with his right forefinger — ”Caulkins may have seen Tolland and have gotten some real dope from him.
Second” — the city editor tapped his left forefinger — “Double Z bluffed Caulkins into thinking he was Tolland. Third” — Ward indicated on another finger — “Double Z is—”
Ward did not end the sentence. Clyde Burke finished it for him silently. The reporter’s lips framed a single word.
“Tolland!”
“Right’” said the city editor briskly.
“I’ll be on the lookout,” declared Clyde.
“Keep mum,” warned Ward. “This detective, Cardona, has the right idea. Double Z is in the mix-up.