“The name sounds kind of familiar.”
“Don’t stall! Miss Hardwick was kidnaped by members of the Duke’s gang.”
“Ye-es.” Lunn gulped. “I—I think she was.”
“You know she was. Don’t you?” The question was emphasized with a little extra pressure on the pistol.
“I’ve been told the lady was kidnaped, but that’s all I know. I didn’t have anything to do with that job.”
The Phantom regarded him sharply, but his face was indistinct in the gloom. “Who did?”
“I don’t know; I never heard.”
“Where was she taken?”
“I can’t tell you that, either. Say, there’s no use poking a hole through me with that gat. I can’t tell what I don’t know.”
The Phantom was inclined to believe him. Evidently Granger had overestimated Lunn’s store of inside information regarding the gang’s activities.