“A seventeen-year-old boy who can get the better of Jim Beckwith is smart, and no mistake.”
“Perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me whether it's true that the watch belongs to Mr. Beckwith, as he says?”
“I bought it of another man, who may have stolen it from him,” said he of the white hat, cautiously.
“Well, you'll have to settle with him. I'm out of it!”
While Walter was speaking, an extraordinary change came over the countenance of the man in the white hat. The color faded from his cheeks and he half rose from his seat. He was not looking at Walter, but beyond him, toward the door. Walter turned, following his look, and when he saw who had entered he understood the situation.
CHAPTER XI
THE MAN FROM DAKOTA
The man who had just entered the reading-room was no other than Detective Green.
He nodded pleasantly to Walter.