Taylor’s satisfied expression had faded partially. “You see,” he explained, “we didn’t have any absolute evidence to arrest him on.”
“Just what I was going to say,” Gibbs remarked.
“But after he got through,” Denby went on, “you received an anonymous telegram late this afternoon that Denby carried the necklace in a tobacco-pouch, didn’t you?”
Taylor advanced a step frowning. “What’s all this, anyway?” he demanded. “How do you know about that telegram?”
“I found it out to-night,” Denby said pleasantly.
“That’s a private Government matter,” Taylor blustered.
Denby looked at him in surprise. “Surely,” he said, “you don’t object to my making things clear? I was pretty nice to you, Mr. Taylor.”
Taylor’s fingers nestled tenderly about the crackling notes in his pocket. “All right,” he assented, “go ahead.”
Denby turned on the expectant Gibbs.
“You knew about that tip in the telegram?”