“That’s him,” said Gennor. “See that he gets this right away. And if you bring back an answer, I’ll be likely to find another dime for you.”
“Ya’, suh——”
“Git!” he threatened.
I had no intention of leaving the hotel with [[160]]that note. For the spy might come while I was away. The thing to do, I concluded, was to find out what the note contained and ’phone to Scoop.
A few moments later I came quickly into the empty lobby and put in a call under Mr. Ricks’ number.
“Hello,” said Scoop.
“This is Jerry,” I informed; and keeping my voice low, I quickly told the other what had happened.
“Read the note,” he instructed, crisp-like.
I went through the note hurriedly, keeping my eyes on the door.
“Evidently,” said Scoop, “he doesn’t know that Mr. Ricks is out of town. And that bears me out in my theory that he hasn’t talked with the spy. Have you seen anything of the soap man, Jerry?”