"Where did they get it, then? Not out of Lokes. He hasn't any reason to squeal. Nor the judge, nor his brother-in-law!"
"Of course not; but how about Frost? This is the way I figure it out: when those rats were euchred in their hold-up game by Garretson's dismissing his injunction, they were mad enough and determined to find out who sold them. It didn't take them long to see that the judge had been fixed in some way. They nosed around, and spotted the judge's brother-in-law as the one who made the trade. Then they started out to get proof."
"Well?"
Slocum looked at me shrewdly.
"I have been thinking about that all the way back from St. Louis. There is only one man left in the combination."
We stared at each other for a minute.
"You don't mean him!" I gasped.
"Who else?"
"Not Hostetter—not Ed!"
"Send for him, and we'll find out," he answered shortly.