He dashed off a note, asking the lawyer to wait upon him that afternoon, and having dispatched it, was about to resume the study of his new problem, when Sanford entered with a memorandum in his hand.
“Beale has come in,” he said in a low tone. “He has been the rounds, and gives a full report of Vernet’s movements.”
“Has Beale been out alone?”
“Not since the first two hours; he has three men out now.”
“Phew! Well, read your minutes, Sanford; I see you have taken them down from word of mouth.”
“Yes, it was the shortest way. Vernet is watching three localities.”
“Oh!”
“Beale shadowed him, first, to the residence of Mr. Follingsbee, the lawyer.”
“Umph!” The Chief started, then checked himself, and sank back in his chair.
“Here,” continued Sanford, “he had a man on guard. They exchanged a few words, and Vernet went away, the shadower staying near the lawyer’s house. From there Vernet went direct to Warburton Place.”