“Why, at the beautiful joke Factor Frazer played upon us.”
Corporal Rand’s brows knit and his mouth tightened.
“It doesn’t impress me as being particularly amusing.”
“What do you make of it all?”
The policeman raised his eyes toward the young Scotchman and half smiled.
“I’ll be perfectly frank. I haven’t the least idea.”
“Can you imagine what we have done to incur their enmity—Factor Frazer’s, Wolf Brennan’s and Toby McCallum’s?”
“No.”
“When I first saw you, do you know what I thought?” inquired the young leader of the trio.
“No. What did you think, Dick?”