“Nothing is known of the people who occupied the house, then?”
“Not a thing. They rented it furnished for a term and paid the money down. They gave the name of Farbush.”
The two young men exchanged swift glances; the policeman noticed the looks:
“Do you know anyone of that name?”
“I fancy I have heard it before,” replied Kenyon.
“Well, I suppose you are not giving anything away,” grumbled the man. “The afternoon papers will be driving the police out of business for good if they keep on the way they are going.”
“Don’t be discouraged,” said Kenyon, with a laugh. “You see, they don’t know so much after all. They only appear to. For example now, we don’t know where the man was sent who was knocked out just about here last night.”
The policeman laughed, shortly.
“The man?” repeated he.
Kenyon caught the inflection.