“True, and the jurymen could look at the picture for themselves, and see that the likenesses are not there. We’ve got to get more evidence than this, Patsy. Nobody saw them do the deed. This picture almost tells the story, but not quite. But go on. You must have more to tell.”
“A little. I shadowed Hamilton and Thompson to a dive where you and I have been before—Daddy Drew’s.”
“Whew!” whistled Nick. “It means a fight with all the crooks in Denver, if we go there.”
“Well, that’s where they are, and they’re waiting for Claymore.”
“All right. We’ll go there and get them, then we can decide if we’d better arrest them. Is that all?”
“Not quite. Knowing they were there to stay, I ran back to Claymore’s office. He had just put out his lights and was leaving the building.
“He went to police headquarters.”
“Did you go in, too?”
“In a disguise, yes. I saw that Claymore had a private talk with Kerr. Then he went out again.”
“How did he look?”