"Will that one stay, too?"
"He is not of our party really," Fred answered. "He knows nothing of our affairs."
"You men are in trouble—worse trouble than you guess!"
Schubert looked with his cruel blue eyes into each of ours in turn, then stared straight in front of him and waited.
"I don't believe it," Fred answered. "We have done nothing to merit trouble."
"Merit in this world is another name for chance!" said Schubert.
"What are we supposed to have done?" demanded Fred.
Schubert at once assumed what was intended to be a sly look, of uncommunicable knowledge.
"None of my business to tell what my officers know," he answered. "As for that, time will no doubt disclose much. The point is—trouble can be forestalled."
"Aw—show your hand!" cut in Will, leaning in front of Fred. "I've seen you Heinies fishing for graft too often in the States not to recognize symptoms! Spill the bait can! There's no other way to tell if we'll bite! Tell us what you're driving at!"