“If my enemy is real,” said Paget in a tense, hoarse whisper, “I can meet him. But when I have never even seen him—”
“Listen, Rodney,” interrupted Blake. “You didn’t swing this job alone. I’m Wilbur Blake right now — but a week ago I was somebody else. You’re working with others. Perhaps they’re double-crossing you—”
Paget’s lips twitched. His companion had voiced one of his own apprehensions. Rodney Paget had falsely invaded the circle of the Silent Seven. Yet so far they had cooperated with his plans. He had done nothing that would warrant suspicion.
“Suppose that’s it,” Paget said speculatively. He was wary of the other man’s suggestion. “What would you do?”
“Have a show-down,” replied Blake promptly.
“How?”
“Put it up to your pals, whoever they are.”
“But suppose some one else is in the game — trying to break things up for us—”
Blake laughed.
“Then put your pals on his trail!”