“I’m sorry,” began Sanford, regretfully. “I tried—”
“You need not be,” interrupted the Chief. “It’s Carnegie’s verdict too.”
Sanford sat down in the nearest seat, and looked earnestly at his Chief, saying nothing.
After a moment of silence, the latter said:
“Sanford, I want Vernet shadowed.”
Sanford started and looked as if he doubted his own ears.
“I don’t want him interfered with,” went on the Chief slowly, “and watching him will be a delicate job; but I wish it done. I want to be informed of every move he makes. You must manage this business. I shall depend upon you.”