Vincent did not reply. The speaker continued:
"I hope you ain't sore, Steve. I done my best. He must be coming back here. I've watched his hotel. He left his bag there. What took you so long getting in?"
"Slow train," growled Harry, trying to imitate the voice of Steve Cronin.
"What's the racket, Steve?" came the question. "I've been working blind since I got your tip. Let me in on it, won't you?"
"I'll tell you later."
"You act like you are sore," said the man in the dark. "You don't talk this way often, Steve. It don't sound like you. What's the matter?"
"Tell you what, Wally," returned Harry. "You run along a while. Come back in half an hour. Let me think it over a bit."
"All right," said the man reluctantly. "Don't see why you want me to go away, Steve; but this is your game. I didn't think you'd be this way about it. Why don't you turn the lights on and be sociable?"
"The bulls are after me."
"I know that, Steve. But they ain't anywhere around here. They don't know you're in Harrisburg. But you're the boss, Steve. I'll be back in an hour or so."