She had appeared in doubt up to that time, uncertain what course to shape; but her voice and countenance now denoted that she anticipated what was coming, that she suspected the mission of her sinister visitor, and that she also felt fully equal to meeting the situation. She sat down quite abruptly and repeated:
“Come to the point. What do you want here?”
“That’s quickly told,” Chick replied. “It’s about the little job that was pulled off last night.”
“What job, Mr. Kennedy?”
“That train robbery. You know all about it.”
“All about it!” Janet exclaimed. “What do you mean by that? I know nothing about it—except that there was a robbery.”
“Oh, yes, you do,” Chick insisted. “Nix on that. I happened to be on the train, and I’m wise to something that no other gazabo noticed.”
“What was that?” she coldly questioned.
“There was a gink with you in the car who didn’t show up after the robbery.”
“What of that?”