“I said I’d take the responsibility, and I will. Let the local police do all they can. It won’t do any harm to have Nick Carter also on the spot. I’ll wire him at once.”
He reached for a pad of telegraph blanks, and wrote a dispatch, which he gave to the clerk with a request that it be sent to the office in a hurry.
A bell boy went off with it on the run.
Then Folsom turned again to Claymore.
“Who is this enemy of Judson’s you speak of?” he asked.
A man who had been quietly listening to the conversation touched Claymore on the shoulder.
“Don’t answer that question just yet,” he said.
At the same time he pulled aside the lapel of his coat.
Claymore and Folsom both saw a badge pinned to his vest.
“Come into the office a minute, both of you,” added the stranger.