The scout put the key in the lock, and opened the door.
“So, you don’t intend to arrest me?” said Dane, as he passed out into the hall.
“Not right now,” the scout told him.
“That’s kind of you, anyhow.”
He laughed lightly, and ran for the head of the stairs.
Well behind him, yet keeping the little man in sight, Buffalo Bill trailed him through the streets of Blossom Range, observing that Dane had pulled his hat down over his eyes, and turned up the collar of his coat, as if he did not wish to be recognized. But Blossom Range was a bustling place, and men were too busy to pay much attention to pedestrians; so that, apparently, Jackson Dane was not given a second look by any one, as he passed along.
The scout’s interest was quickened when Dane turned to the Casino, as the little local theatre was called, and went in by the entrance marked “Private.”
Reaching that door, the scout stood listening; then went in, also; but quietly.
In a room above, as he stood on the stairs, he distinctly heard Jackson Dane talking with the blonde beauty whose name had been given as Vera Bright.
“Well, that’s singular!” was his thought. “He is talking with the same girl that Mrs. Juniper Joe had a confab with! I wonder if there is a connection here?”