“Who is he?”
“Frank Hare.”
“I don’t know him.”
“He knows you.”
“Is he one of McClusky’s fly coppers?” asked Mike.
“No; he works for Burt Cromwell.”
At the mention of that name the dive-keeper became very pale.
“Do you mean to say Burt knows about that Elizabeth Street business?”
“Yes; he found Murphy just before the latter died.”
“And Murphy spoke to him?”