Barker grinned sheepishly.
"That's all right, Mr. Carroll. And as for me bein' a woman—well, you're sure a woman killed him, ain't you?"
"As sure as any one can be. And now"—Carroll rose—"I'm tremendously obliged for all the information you've given me. Any time you run across anything more that you think might prove of interest, look me up, will you?"
"Sure! Sure!" Barker's tone was almost hearty. "You're a regular feller,
Mr. Carroll—a regular feller!"
The two detectives departed. Carroll spoke to Cartwright as he passed:
"Keep both eyes on that fellow Barker," he ordered curtly. "I'll send Reed up to team with you. Don't let him get away. Nab him if he tries it."
Cartwright nodded briefly, and Carroll and Leverage climbed into the former's car. As they rounded the corner, Leverage turned wide eyes upon his professional associate.
"Carroll?"
"Yes?"
"You beat the Dutch!"