The turnkey looked at Ashton-Kirk, who nodded his head. And, as Spatola was led gesticulating away, Pendleton said in a low tone of conviction:
"I tell you, Kirk, there's your man. Besides the other things against him, he knows German."
"But what of the phonographic signs?"
"He knows them also. His manner proved it. As soon as you mentioned shorthand he became suspicious and showed uneasiness and anger. I tell you again," with an air, of finality, "he's your man."
CHAPTER XIII
A NEW LIGHT ON ALLAN MORRIS
From the City Hall the car headed for Christie Place once more; it halted some half dozen doors from Hume's and the occupants got out.
The first floor was used by a dealer in second-hand machinery, but at one side was a long, dingy entry with a rickety, twisting flight of stairs at the end. Ashton-Kirk rang the bell here, and while they waited a man who had been seated in the open door of the machine shop got up and approached them.
He wore blue overalls and a jumper liberally discolored by plumbago and other lubricants; a short wooden pipe was held between his teeth, and a cloth cap sat upon the back of his head.