"Well, sir, I've hardly had time to do much, but I thought I had better report what little I've gathered," said the youngish man. "It doesn't seem very important—"
"Go ahead," said Bullard impatiently.
"Right, Mr. Warren. Mr. Craig and his friend—"
"His friend?"
"Sorry I didn't get the name to-day—but—"
"Never mind! Go on!"
"Mr. Craig and his friend are dining to-night at the house next door—Dr.
Handyside's—"
"Ah! How did you learn that?"
"The doctor's housekeeper. She wouldn't have her photo taken, but she didn't object to a chat." The youngish man smiled to himself. Evidently his news was worth more than he had anticipated.
"Sure it's to-night?"