He was marking the symbols of the strange code which only he and Hiram Mallory had seen — unless Thaddeus Westcott could be counted. It was improbable that Westcott had kept a copy of the paper which had been given to him by Theodore Galvin.
THE thought of Thaddeus Westcott bothered Bob. Only two others had known of the paper. Theodore Galvin and Reynold Barker. Both were dead.
It would be better if Westcott were dead, too. Then it would be only Mallory and Bob. No — he was wrong there. Briggs had seen it; but, of course, Briggs was all right. Bob spoke to the man.
“Say, Briggs,” he questioned, “you remember that — the article you took from R. B.?”
“Who?”
“Barker,” said Bob impatiently.
“Oh, yes,” replied Briggs, indifferently. “The hunk of paper. I gave it to you for the Chief. What about it?”
“Do you remember what was on it?”
“No. Some funny-looking signs was all I saw. I knew it was what Barker was after, so I got it.”
Bob looked at Briggs half wondering, half admiring. The big fellow was dense in some ways; in others, he was clever. He was a man of action.