“You’ve got Hegarty’s fingerprints, Sandborn?” asked John, eagerly.
“On a beer bottle. Shall I bring them in to you?”
“You bet. Bring it back in one of these bags as if it was some vegetables being returned. I’ll see that it’s well taken care of.”
“Oh, and Hegarty is planning a raid on Porpoise Island for Thursday at midnight, I believe.”
“And you said there was no news!” groaned John. “Come on, now, before some one comes in, let me have the whole story.”
They told the G-man everything they had learned in the last twenty-four hours or so and he seemed pleased.
“Now go back and keep up the good work and we’ll have something to show for our round-up of these criminals, boys,” said the man. “You’re doing fine!”
They went back to the yacht and brought the beer bottle, in a bag, to the store. Customers were there as they entered.
“Say,” said Stan, abruptly, “that bunch of carrots you just sold me wasn’t so hot, Mister.”
He handed John the bag. The G-man smiled.