“Well, I reckon they’ve guessed it. Newspaper reporters are good at that, you know.”
“Do they know that Low was under suspicion?”
“Sure! They got that from the hotel clerk.”
“Humph!”
Nick was a little disgusted.
When he handled a case in his own way, hotel clerks and others were not allowed to tell what they knew, and he took pains that nobody should know too much, anyway, until he got ready to tell them.
“See here, Kerr,” he said, earnestly, “I’d hold the reporters off for a time, if I were in your place.”
Kerr glanced at the clock.
It was not far from midnight.
“They’ll be hungry for news pretty soon,” said he.