“Well—did you hear anything or—see anything?”
“I’m sure I heard something. You didn’t think, but there’s a curtained door in that private room we used. How do you know Jenks or—the other one—might not have heard you?”
“Lad, you’re quick! Right, too. Maybe I’d better go on. But I won’t need to stay with you.”
“Oh, you’d better. We can take turns watching!”
“Fiddlesticks! It’s not as dangerous for me as that!”
“At least come back in the taxi with us.”
“Oh, all right. I’ll do that. But I’ll go on home, then.”
“Won’t you come on, please—right away?”
Barney, half-amused at Bob’s concern, and partly wondering what caused it and if he actually had been spied on, overheard, and realizing even better than did Bob, he thought, how dangerous such an accusation might be, Barney agreed.
The ride back to town was taken up with discussion of Barney’s hint but through all the talk Bob was rather quiet.