“We are working for the same cause, and to-day I expect that we will receive definite instructions. You are safe here.
“While we wait, I shall acquaint you with important facts.”
THEY went back into the office, and Clyde Burke’s face showed eagerness as he awaited Harry Vincent’s next words.
“I have just come from Florida,” said Harry. “I was sent there, a few days ago, to investigate the death of Lloyd Harriman — who presumably committed suicide a few months ago.”
“And you discovered—” Burke could not suppress his interest.
“Nothing that would hold in a court of law,” returned Harry, “but I learned much that was of value. I am fully convinced that Lloyd Harriman was cleverly murdered, after he had first been subjected to a holdup that had not brought the results expected.”
“Murdered by whom?”
Harry Vincent shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “But while Harriman was in Florida, there were two other men there—”
“Was Horace Chatham one?”