“No one is to be left out,” replied Vance. “Put down Miss St. Clair—Captain Leacock—the Major—Pfyfe—Miss Hoffman⸺”
“Miss Hoffman!”
“Everyone! . . . Have you Miss Hoffman? Now jot down Colonel Ostrander⸺”
“Look here!” cut in Markham.
“—and I may have one or two others for you later. But that will do nicely for a beginning.”
Before Markham could protest further, Swacker came in to say that Heath was waiting outside.
“What about our friend Leacock, sir?” was the Sergeant’s first question.
“I’m holding that up for a day or so,” explained Markham. “I want to have another talk with Pfyfe before I do anything definite.” And he told Heath about the visit of Major Benson and Miss Hoffman.
Heath inspected the envelope and its enclosures, and then handed them back.
“I don’t see anything in that,” he said. “It looks to me like a private deal between Benson and this fellow Pfyfe.—Leacock’s our man; and the sooner I get him locked up, the better I’ll feel.”