Once more in the taxicab, Anderson broke out with a flood of thanks that Joe waved aside lightly.
They drove around by way of his humble home and left him there, and then went hurriedly down to their hotel.
Left to themselves in the car, Jim and Joe looked for a long time steadily at each other. Then Jim burst out into a roar.
Joe grinned happily.
“Joe,” cried Jim when his paroxysms had subsided, “as a bluffer you’re a wonder, a real wonder!”
[CHAPTER XXVII]
STEALING SIGNALS
Fleming sat in his chair, limp and sprawling, after the departure of the trio who had burst in on him so unexpectedly. So swept and exhausted was he by the tide of emotions aroused by their visit that he had forgotten all about the presence of Connelly in the adjoining room, and only became conscious of it when the fellow plumped himself down in the chair beside him.
“Some stormy session,” he remarked, as he lighted a fat, black cigar.