"That's all right. And so, when Taylor is safe under lock and key, I wish you'd be on the lookout for Chamberlain," and Killett explained the situation.
"Oho! he has a secret friend, eh?" exclaimed Stark, when he had finished. "I should like nothing better than to hunt down that man."
"Why so?" asked Old Spicer, curiously.
"Because I believe it will turn out that he, whoever he is, has encouraged this crime."
"Very likely," returned Spicer, in a musing tone.
"Well," exclaimed Killett, abruptly, "we shall see by and by, and now be off with you, my good friend," and Stark hurried away.
He soon fell in with a policeman.
"How are you, Tompkins?" he cried, slapping the officer on the back. "Fine day."
"Hallo!" returned the man in blue, looking round. "What the deuce—— Oh, is it you, Stark?"
"Yes, it's me, old boy, and I have a little job for you."