“Only to ask you one question.” As he spoke, he took the gold coin out of his pocket. “Have you ever seen this before, sir?”
The Attorney General examined the coin with interest, then handed it back to Dick.
“Never laid eyes on it before,” he said. “Why do you ask?”
But Dick never waited to reply; he was off down the corridor as fast as his legs could take him.
“District Building,” he called to the chauffeur as he jumped inside and slammed the door.
Detective Hardy was reflecting on his week’s work with great satisfaction when Dick burst hurriedly into his office.
“Time’s up, Hardy,” he said, coolly. “Come, divulge your news.”
Hardy smiled indulgently. He could afford to tease Dick a little.
“News in regard to what, sir?”
“Who killed Mrs. Trevor?”