Henri Zayata was chatting now. His talk was of other matters. Margaret sat on the cushions beside the divan. She still thought of that strange being whom she had seen in the silent temple. But she said nothing to Henri Zayata.
CHAPTER XIV
THE MAN WITH THE CLEW
JOE CARDONA betrayed a smile of satisfaction as he talked with Inspector Klein at headquarters. The Glendenning case was turning out as he wanted it. Even though the old man had declared his innocence, there would be no difficulty in proving his guilt.
“We’ve got everything on him, chief,” declared the detective. “I’ll have a confession out of him before I’ve finished!”
“He’s a tough nut to crack, Joe,” the superior commented.
“I’ll admit that. But he loses his temper when we mention Buchanan or Don Hasbrouck, the private detective hired by Buchanan’s family. He admits he hated Buchanan, and he says he never liked Hasbrouck.”
“What about Blefken?”
“Glendenning pretends he never met him. I guess that’s because of the thumb prints. Glendenning knows we’ve got him there.”
Klein nodded his agreement with the theory.