“Well it’s all right so far as I’m concerned,” Bob assured him and after a little more talk Pierre took his departure again protesting his friendship.
“Pretty thin, hey?” Jack said as soon as their caller was out of sight.
“Not even a good veneer,” Bob laughed. “He altogether overdid it. But I have a hunch that he thinks he put it over on us.”
“Oh, he swallowed it hook, line and sinker. There’s not a bit of doubt about it,” Jack assured him. “But what do you suppose was his idea?”
“It confirms my suspicion that he’s one of the liquor runners. Of course his object was to throw us off his trail.”
“And the plot thickens, hey?”
“It’s thick enough all right. And now I guess we’d better wait a bit and watch Mr. Pierre.”
For about a half an hour they watched from the window and at the end of that time were rewarded by seeing the Frenchman come out from the office and start rapidly off on the trail toward Jackman.
“He’s going somewhere all right,” Jack declared.
“Somewhere is right,” Bob laughed. “Only the word is rather indefinite.”