“You’re a keen man, Mr. Carter.”
“Not at all, Mr. Cady. It’s a part of my business to detect such things when they come my way.”
“What other steps have you taken to prevent this job?”
“None of importance,” Nick said evasively. “I think that you and I, Cady, will be able to prevent it.”
“Sure, sir, as far as that goes,” Cady quickly agreed. “Do you know just where and how it is to be attempted?”
“Not how, Cady, but somewhere between here and Shelby.”
“We have not long to wait, then,” Cady declared. “We make the run from North Dayton in twenty-six minutes.”
“Where are we now?”
“We have covered about eight miles. We are in Willow Creek section, a mighty lonely locality, and the next place near which we pass is Benton Corners.”
“Benton Corners!” Nick echoed. “That’s where I rounded up Jim Reardon, and where Jake Hanlon, Link Magee, and Dick Bryan live. I suspected them of having been Reardon’s confederates, but we could not convict them. It may be, by Jove, that they are engaged in this job.”