“I don’t reckon I know Mr. Cates, Peggy.”
“He said you didn’t, but he wants to see you.”
“Oh, yeah. Thank yuh very much, Peggy. How are yuh feelin’?”
“Better.”
“That’s great. I hope Wong Lee won’t throw me out for the appetite I’ve got tonight.”
Peggy laughed and assured him that Wong Lee loved people who had big appetites. Honey was a trifle curious about what Cates wanted.
“Said he was a Wells-Fargo man, eh? Prob’ly a detective.”
“Prob’ly,” said Hashknife dryly, hanging up his saddle.
“Just about how in ⸺ did he happen to mention you?” wondered Sleepy.
Hashknife did not reply, but Sleepy knew that he was just a trifle curious himself. But both of them realized that they had figured in deals which affected the Wells-Fargo, and it would not be at all strange if an express company investigator had heard of them.