"I'm glad you think I can get away with it," the lame man said, much pleased. "Now, you see why I want to go to Washington with Braceway. It's merely to keep my hold on this case. If you say I'm entitled to the credit for reading the riddle, I'm going to see that I get the credit."
"All right. I'll let Morley know he can go tonight, and he needn't worry about our troubling him."
"Thanks. The sooner we gather up every little strand of evidence, the better it will be."
Greenleaf prepared to leave. As he stood up, he caught sight of a young man coming up Manniston Road.
"A stranger," he announced. "Another detective?"
Bristow glanced down the street.
"No. It's a newspaper correspondent. That's my guess. The Washington and New York papers have had time to send special men here by now for feature stories."
The young man went briskly up the steps of No. 5.
"I was right," concluded Bristow. "If you run into him, chief, do the talking for the two of us. Just tell him I refuse to be interviewed."
"Why?" demanded Greenleaf. "An interview would give you good advertising."