“That’s what I mean.”
He pondered again. “Look here, Miss Yates. I’ll talk to Mac. We did a pretty good work-up on your boarder. There are a thousand reasons why a man could meet a pal in an empty lot at night. Some legal, some not, but none necessarily what you’re thinking about. I doubt, for instance, if the kind of organization you imagine would ever use a guy so big he’d be identified half a mile away. Ever think of that?”
Eleanor shook her head. “No.”
“Your other boarder, Bogan, probably never did either.”
“I guess not.”
“Well, I’ll talk to Mac. We may see Bogan again. We may want to talk to you again.
There’s a lot we might do. Of course, if anything else should come up — anything of the sort that young Bogan’s waiting for — inform us at once. And don’t let anybody else know you’ve noticed any such happening. You or Bogan.”
Eleanor flushed. “He doesn’t know I came here. He wouldn’t come. He was too much afraid he’d merely be starting another wild-goose chase.”
Higgins chuckled. “He should see our files! That’s our commonest form of chase!
Well, thanks.”