“SUSPICION FASTENS”
Triggy Drew had been trained in the hardest school in the world. Loris Stockbridge’s statement, delivered with such sincerity and so naïvely, completely upset him. It was like a gentle reminder that, as a hunter of men, he had failed. He took the blow with flaming cheeks and an almost stopped heart.
Delaney realized that something of moment in the case had happened. He stared at his chief, then turned his eyes upon Harry Nichols, who stepped through the portières and stood by Loris’ side.
“What is it, Chief?” asked the operative. “Was there anything in what she said?”
“Anything!” exclaimed Drew, recovering himself with a tossing shrug of his shoulders. “Anything? Everything! The man we want is––”
“Found?” breathed Loris clutching Nichols’ arm.
“Not yet—but very soon!” said the detective with sanguine eyes. “We want that trouble-hunter, Delaney,” he added gathering in the details for action as he spoke. “You’ll have to hurry right over to the address and see if you can round him up. If he isn’t there—get him! I want him brought here at once. He’s got much to explain!”
“I’ll go right now,” said Delaney, starting toward the reception room.
“Wait,” said Drew.
Delaney turned at the portières.