“I’ll see to that. Now I’ll attend to the matter. I understand that the item is to appear in but the one paper, and in but one copy at that.”
“That’s it. Too promiscuous publishing might spoil our plans.” The two men arose and left the house.
On the outside the same little figure saw them and again became Carter’s spy.
This time Billy tracked Claude Lamont, and saw him enter the office of a morning newspaper with a limited circulation.
He saw him in earnest conversation with a certain attaché of the office, and some money changed hands.
After this Claude Lamont, as Billy found out, seemed quite at ease, for he followed him to a large café, where he ate heartily like a man pleased with what he had done.
Meantime George Richmond had gone to another part of the city.
Once more he entered the locality known in the annals of the police as Hell’s Kitchen, and slipped into the room once occupied by Mother Flintstone.
The people who had moved into the place were already gone, a few hours sufficing, and he was alone in the old shell.
Instead of sounding walls and ceiling, as he had done on a former visit, he went straight to the old bricks on the hearth, and commenced lifting them one by one.