"You told him not to come afore midnight, cap'n. I didn't say anything ag'in it, although it struck me as how that wasn't a very good time."
"I know my business, perhaps, better than you do, Cassidy."
Townsend was a very sick man, and fretful. Apart from his illness he had other things to worry him.
"Aye, aye, cap'n," said Cassidy easily, "you know your own business best."
"Was there a man across the street spying on the house when you looked last?"
"I piped him off last when there was daylight enough to see. He was there, all right, just as he has been for the last two days."
"He must be there now, don't you think?"
"Either him or somebody else. One man couldn't stay on the job all the time, cap'n, you know. A feller has to sleep an' eat."
"By having Motor Matt come at night, and come the back way, the spy won't see him, will he?"
"I reckon not, cap'n. Even if Matt came the front way, any time after eight o'clock, I don't think the spy could tell him from Adam, across the street."