“I see.”
“Then a cabby showed up who remembered having seen him ride in one night with Jake Hanlon, at whose place we cornered Jim Reardon for the Glidden murder.”
“At Benton Corners.”
“Sure,” nodded Patsy. “That, of course, put a bee in my bonnet. I reasoned that, if Dewitt and Hanlon were friends, both might be in this job, as well as those two thoroughbred rascals who hang out at Hanlon’s place, Dick Bryan, and Link Magee.”
“Quite likely, Patsy,” Chick agreed.
“I reckoned, too, that Dewitt was heading for Benton Corners, since he had taken that direction.”
“You went out there?”
“I decided to take that chance, for I could see no other way of trailing him. As I was leaving the stable yard, however, I noticed the tracks left by his horse’s hoofs.”
“What about them?”
“One had a little peculiarity.”