“I told you he was a detective, didn’t I?” demanded Gilmore of Parks, as soon as the door of the private room was closed.
“How did you know that?” asked Geary.
“Because he stood in front of the door when I opened it a few minutes ago. Then, to account for his presence there, he asked if I had rung for him.”
“Well?”
“Well, there is no bell in the room. He was there listening.”
“I spotted him when I came in to-night,” said Geary, “and accused him of trying to pick my pocket. He threw the dishes at me, and I made a grab for him. That’s all I know about it. He strikes a hard blow, whoever he is.”
“How long has he been here?” asked Parks.
“Only two days,” was the reply.
“Then he followed me here, and spotted this place the first thing, knowing that I would be likely to come here,” said Parks.
“But what did he dodge into the room for as soon as we left it?”