Old Broadbrim scrutinized him carefully, and his brain seemed on fire.
Here was just the ally he needed.
But perhaps Waters was acting under instructions for the purpose of setting another death trap for him.
He knew that Waters was brave and feared nothing.
Moreover, he was active and fertile in imagination, and, if he was true, he was just the man he wanted.
"Hang it all!" suddenly cried Waters, coming back to the detective and knocking the ashes from his pipe. "Why can't I pick up this man who is wanted in New York? Look here, Riggs, why was that paper in that room? And why was it marked?"
The eyes of the two men met.
"Waters," said Old Broadbrim, slowly, "what would you do if you had a chance to take that man?"
"I'd take him or die in the attempt!"
"He might be among friends."