A few days! Clement stared at the little detective: what might not happen in a few days?
“She’s got us anyhow,” said Gatineau, reading his thoughts.
“Yes, she’s got us, and it lies with us to keep Neuburg or Nachbar so that he won’t have time to do anything—critical. But I confess I’m rather fearful, Gatineau.”
And a little later in the day, things appeared even more disturbing.
II
Clement Seadon and the detective had made their way through the underground passage that leads from the great hotel to the railway station. They were to catch the train west to Banff. They were emerging into the booking hall when Gatineau caught hold of the Englishman’s arm.
Instinctively Clement looked ahead.
Seen through the glass swing-doors of the passage a young man passed towards the platform walking swiftly. He was a slim, lithe young man with a dark, aquiline face. And he had his right arm in a sling. There was no mistaking the curious lilting walk, as there was no mistaking the features of the man.
“Good God!” said Clement “Siwash Mike! Siwash here—why?”