“Perhaps they’re working on that train robbery.”
“Pshaw, that might be it. I’ll buy a drink, Barnhardt.”
On his way back to the office Barnhardt met Le Moyne.
“What ever happened to that detective the Santa Rita was going to put on that robbery?” asked Barnhardt.
Le Moyne smiled.
“Why, I guess the company didn’t think it was worth while, as long as you folks had jailed some one for doing the job.”
Barnhardt laughed softly, knowingly.
“That’s all right, Chet. But when you hire detectives, why don’t you get men whose reputations are not so well known?”
Le Moyne looked him over coldly.
“What do you mean, Lee?”