CHAPTER X
ON THE TRAIL
Farland engaged a taxicab, bade Murk get into it, got in himself, and they started downtown. The detective leaned back against the cushions and regarded Murk closely. He knew that Sidney Prale had guessed correctly, that Murk was the sort of man who would prove loyal to a friend.
"This is a bad business," Farland said.
"It's tough," said Murk.
"If it was anybody but Sid Prale, I'd say he was guilty. It sure looks bad. And there is that fountain pen!"
"Somebody's tryin' to do him dirt," Murk said.
"There's no question about that, Murk, old boy. Well, we are going to get him out of it, aren't we?"
"I'll do anything I can."
"Like him, do you?"