Norvin began to suspect that by some freak of fortune his little friend had indeed stumbled upon the truth. Dreux was leaning back in his chair and beaming triumphantly.
"Come, come! What's his name?"
"Joe Poggi."
"Poggi? He's the owner of that fruit-stand you've been watching."
"Exactly! Chief Donnelly suspected him."
"Nonsense!" Norvin's face was twitching once more. "Poggi is on the force; he's a detective, like you."
"Come off!" Bernie was shocked and incredulous.
"Have you shadowed him for months without learning that he's an officer?"
"I—I—He's the fellow, just the same."
"Oh, Bernie, you'd better stick to the antique business."