“So,” said Burt, when his companion finished, “you saw Mike Quick?”
“Yes—at Shaw’s,” replied Frank; “and I was sorry you were not with me.”
“Were you speaking to him?”
“No; but he and my friend Bull had a long chin.”
“I wonder does Quick suspect his crime is known?”
“I don’t think so. Since seeing Quick I told Blair I knew all about the killing of Murphy,” replied Frank.
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
“There was no harm in it.”
“Suppose Bull runs across Mike Quick?” said Burt.
“Well?”