"Sure, if you bring the money."
From a public booth, Jack telephoned Harmon Evers that he would be right up to change back to his proper person.
On the way uptown he sought to digest what he had learned.
"Barbarossa is certainly not the man I'm looking for. Just the same, his fright makes it clear that he is at the head of some group that Emil Jansen belonged to. I must join that group. It's hardly possible that Barbarossa himself instigated the attack on Silas Gyde. He's only a paper anarchist. Somewhere back of him I'll find the cagy little 'Mr. B.' again. Lordy! This case lengthens out like a telescope!"
"Well!" said Mr. Evers, "you're back early. Did you see any anarchists? How about their hair?"
"The main guy of all had a bald spot as big as a saucer. Just a hedge of hair all around like the burning bush in bloom."
"Well, I'm relieved to hear that."
18
Jack had not yet succeeded in establishing just where Miriam and Mrs. Cleaver fitted into the jig-saw puzzle he had to solve. Miriam, from the foreknowledge he had gained from Silas Gyde's letter, he had no hesitating in dubbing an out-and-out bad one, but he was less sure about Clara. He set himself to discover more about her.