"Yes, sir."
"How do you like working with a detective now?"
"Aw, you ain't a regular detective," Murk said.
"What's that?"
"I mean you ain't an ordinary dick. You got some sense."
"Thanks for the compliment. I know men who would dispute the statement," Farland told him.
They walked and walked, and after a time were on Fifth Avenue and going toward the hotel where Prale had his suite. Suddenly, just ahead of them, they saw Sidney Prale and the man from headquarters. They hurried to catch up with them.
"What's the idea?" Farland asked.
"Needed a walk," Prale replied. "Didn't feel like going to bed, and a walk would do me good, I knew."
"I'll have some things to tell you in the morning," Farland said. "But I'm not going to tell you to-night, except to say that it is good news, and I'm issuing orders to Murk not to tell you, either. I want you to forget the thing and get some rest."