“I begin to think the rascal has skipped the town.”
“Is his place closed?”
“No.”
“Then it is safe to bet that Mike is in town,” said Enoch.
“How do you stand with his bartender?” asked Burt.
“Up in G.”
“Then you should be able to locate the rascal.”
Cook’s countenance fell.
“Don’t ask me to do that,” he pleaded.
“Why not?”