“Certainly you do,” Chick coolly allowed. “I was aware of that several hours ago.”
“Aware of what?”
“That you knew a detective had trailed this rascal to Philadelphia.”
“You knew it several hours ago?” demanded Murdock suspiciously.
“Yes.”
“I guess not.”
“Punk!” snarled Bailey derisively. “That’s rot! How could he know it?”
“You have another guess, Murdock,” added Chick, not averse to mocking and mystifying the rascals, in spite of the risk it involved. “I assume, too, that you are the man who sent him the information.”
“How sent him?” Murdock sharply demanded, evidently rendered apprehensive by Chick’s repeated assertions.
“It was sent in a code telegram.”