"He didn't like your looks," explained Dennison, "and so he wouldn't open the door. On the contrary, he tried to get away by the rear of the house, and so ran into me. All that looks suspicious, on the face of it."
"I'm tryin' ter do an honest turn," growled Ochiltree, "an' you cops keep naggin' me. It's a wonder I don't go wrong, when ye're all expectin' me to."
"What did you try to duck by the back way for?" demanded Dennison.
"I ain't anxious fer callers," was the sullen response.
"Has Brady been here to see you?"
"Brady?" queried Ochiltree. "Who's Brady?"
"Come, Ochiltree, that won't go down. You haven't forgotten your old friend Brady, have you?"
"Never heard o' such a feller. If he's——"
Matt, who had been looking curiously around the room, glimpsed some one through the front window, stealthily approaching the house.
"Hist!" the young motorist whispered, turning to Harris. "Here comes Harper, now."