Just then the telephone bell rang.
“Pardon me,” said Kenyon, rising. He took down the receiver and called. “Hello! Who is it?”
“Kenyon of Saginaw wants the other Kenyon,” answered a voice.
“Well, here he is. But how’s the head?”
“Fine and fancy. I’m still under wraps, but it’s only to make sure. I really don’t need ’em. It felt so good to-day, that I went out hunting that guy, the ‘Stalker.’”
“And did you find him?”
“In a minute! You see I had picked up a fellow that knew him, and he pointed him out to me. Well, I wasn’t taking any chances of mixing it with him; I wasn’t just ready for that yet. So I followed the plug around to see where he was stabling. I wanted to be able to pick him up any time I wanted him, you see. And after a while he gets so funny in his actions that I felt sure that he had something on. You know, you told me that if I could dig up any more news about this Selden’s Square thing, to do it; and it struck me that I was just ripe to find something out if I stalked the ‘Stalker.’”
“And did you?” eagerly.
“I did. You see, when—”
“Just a moment. Come over to the hotel. I’ll leave word at the office to have them send you right up.”