He came towards them and offered to wait on them.
Stan was thrilled. This was almost like some of the detective stories he had read! And this was real! Here was an actual Federal special agent of the F. B. I. posing as a grocery man!
“Any idea who I am?” queried Stan, quietly.
The grocer began looking over his lettuce as if picking one out for them.
“Who are you, then?” he asked.
“The name’s ‘Sandborn’ and my friend is ‘Tallman.’”
The grocer handed Stan a lettuce head.
Outside, anyone would have supposed the conversation to have been about that lettuce head.
“Any news, Sandborn?” asked John, softly.
“Nothing yet, John,” Stan said. “But we’re going to the island to-night and hope to get something in the way of clues. I suppose you’d call fingerprints of Hegarty news, though——?”