After his new client departed, Burt entered an inner office, where was seated a rosy-cheeked young fellow of about one-and-twenty. This was Frank Hare, who was Burt’s assistant.
“Frank,” said Burt, “I’ve got one of the queerest cases to work up.”
Then he related Stolburst’s story to his youthful assistant.
“I don’t see anything strikingly queer about the matter,” said Hare, when the other finished. “It’s a clear case of simple theft.”
“You idiot,” smiled Burt, “do you think this Stolburst told me the whole truth?”
“That’s for you to say. I did not even see the man.”
“Take my word for it, there is a great deal behind this business.”
“That is not our affair. What we want is good pay.”
“Stolburst has agreed to put up a liberal sum, and we are to have a bonus in the event of our being successful.”
“First of all, I suppose you mean to find Enoch Cook?”