“Providing you knew it.”
“Oh, I’d have known it, all right,” declared Sandy. “I’m never out of the office except to eat and sleep, and I’d have been wise to it by this time if Carter had brought on any of his assistants from New York.”
“You have heard none mentioned?”
“Not one.”
“This shows me the way, then—the one and only way,” muttered the woman, staring for a moment at the floor. “If it must be him or us—it shall not be us!”
“Carter has been at the chief’s office only twice, both times alone,” added Hyde assuringly. “You may safely gamble on it, Vic, that he’s still alone on the case.”
Again, with her vengeful countenance lighting for a moment, she slipped her arm about the spy’s neck and kissed him.
“Go, now, Sandy, and leave the rest to me,” she repeated. “But come out to Badger’s place after dark to-night.”
“To-night, Vic?”