"But at about the fifty-mile limit of sending we lost him," objected Jack.
"You mean at about two o'clock in the morning," amended Darrow.
"Eh? Yes, it was about two. But how did he get on to what Eldridge was doing?"
"He read it in the paper," replied Darrow. "At twelve the reporters left.
At a little before two our enterprising friend, the Despatch, issued an
extra in its usual praiseworthy effort to enlighten the late Broadway jag.
Monsieur X read it, and knew exactly what was up."
"How do you know?"
"Because I read the extra myself."
"But even then?"
"Then he began to pay more attention. It was easy enough to fake when he knew what was doing. For all I know, he could hear Eldridge giving his directions."
The company present ruminated over the disclosures thus far made.
"About the City Hall affair?" asked Helen finally.