“I do.”
“He will be here in about an hour.”
“Can I wait here?”
“Yes.”
Ike sat down and not more than fifteen minutes passed when a very plain-looking man, but who possessed a clear gray eye and who was very quiet in his manner, entered the office. The clerk spoke to the newcomer and pointed to Ike. The lad was a little on his ear. He had not fancied the indifferent manner in which the clerk had announced him.
“Do you wish to see me?” demanded the plain-looking man, stepping over to where our hero was seated.
“Are you Detective Murray?”
“My name is Murray.”
“Well, mebbe you are the man I want to see. I don’t know, it depends how smart you are.”
“I am not very smart,” said the officer with a smile. “All I know I’ve learned by hard work.”