Dave Darrin slipped away, and out of sight. Before Dick could do so, however, young Dodge, moving at a fast sprint, was upon him.
Bert stopped as though shot when he caught sight of the other boy.
"Dick Prescott?" he gasped.
"Yes," answered Dick quietly.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see what news there is about the finding of your father."
Hemingway had now reached the spot, with the other policeman some yards to the rear.
"You write for 'The Blade,' don't you?" challenged Bert.
"Yes," Dick assented.
"And 'The Blade' people sent you here?" cried Bert Dodge, in a voice haughty with displeasure.