“We have our reasons,” replied Dudley significantly, “and we’re not taking any chances. I’m watching every train that comes in.”
“I didn’t see you at the depot last night.”
“I don’t have to go to the depot. He’ll go to the hotel as sure as guns, or to the Stag House.”
“Or to the Parker House,” suggested the man in the fedora.
“Scarcely there. He’s got plenty of money and will want the best that is to be had. However, I don’t care where he goes; the moment he registers at any of these places I shall be informed.”
“Well?” said the other interrogatively.
“Then I’ll point him out to you, and it will be up to you to see that he’s blocked at every point.”
“As every one of our men down here has been fixed, I don’t think he’ll find out a heap,” remarked the elevator official in a tone of conviction.
“However, there’s nothing like making assurance doubly sure, Mr. Taggart,” said Dudley, taking out his cigarette case. “Have a smoke?”
“Thanks,” and his companion helped himself to one.