As he spoke, Marlowe came back and resumed his seat, bending over and speaking to Jack in a low tone.
"What have you got into your head, Marlowe?" said Jack incredulously. "Julius sell us! Impossible!"
"Why impossible?"
"He'd never think of such a thing. What put it into your head?"
"I'll tell you. Do you see that coat he brought home?"
"Yes. What of it?"
"The boy—Paul Hoffman—gave it to him. I saw him buy it this afternoon in a secondhand store in Chatham street."
"Are you sure the coat is the same?"
"Yes; I know it by a spot I noticed at the time. Now, what should he take the trouble to buy a coat for unless the boy had done him some service? It's different from giving him an old coat he had thrown aside."
"That's so," said Jack thoughtfully. "Perhaps he's took a fancy to Julius."