“I do not. Do you?”
“I'll give you another name, and maybe you'll get it. A name that I think will mean something to you. Beverly Carlysle.”
“The actress?”
Bassett had an extraordinary feeling of unreality, followed by one of doubt. Either the fellow was a very good actor, or—
“Sorry,” Dick said slowly. “I don't seem to get it. I don't know that 'G' is as important as his warning. That note's a warning.”
“Yes. It's a warning. And I don't think you need me to tell you what about.”
“Concerning my uncle, or myself?”
“Are you trying to put it over on me that you don't know?”
“That's what I'm trying to do,” Dick said, with a sort of grave patience.
The reporter liked courage when he saw it, and he was compelled to a sort of reluctant admiration.