“Couldn’t help himself. Look at the address, Banff in the Rockies; we’re the only cable company to serve it. Also, he thinks he’s well covered. Read it.”
The wire read:
“Banff Springs Hotel.
“Arthur Newman,
“Our party reached North Bay from Cobalt. Learned of business in Orillia. We go there next train.
“Nimmo Bates.”
“Nimmo Bates,” said Clement. “I’ll swear that’s Joe Wandersun.”
“Why not,” smiled Gatineau, “since Arthur Newman is Adolf Neuburg?”
“That’s true,” agreed Clement. “Well, this bears things out. The meeting place is in the west, at Banff probably instead of Sicamous. In fact it’s lovely. Banff and its beauty will be idyllic for a—a lovers’ reunion. Also it is near Sicamous, and they can get away from it, as they can get into it, easily. The ladies will be able to work round behind us and reach there?”
“Easy,” said Gatineau.
“Then we go to Banff. Meanwhile there is this fellow Nimmo, or Joe.”
“I’ll fix Joe,” said Gatineau grimly.
“But there’s this telegram. Neuburg will expect reports from Orillia....”