Duncan lowered his voice. “The biggest smuggling job Taylor ever handled.”
“You don’t say so,” Gibbs returned, duly impressed. “Why, nobody’s told me anything about it.”
“Can you keep your mouth shut?” Duncan inquired mysteriously.
“Sure,” Gibbs declared. “I ain’t married.”
“Then just take a peek out of the door, will you?” Duncan directed.
The other did as he was bid. “It’s all right,” he declared, finding the corridor empty.
“I never know when he may stop out there and listen to what I’m saying. You can hear pretty plain.”
“He is the original pussy-foot, ain’t he,” Gibbs returned. He had known of Taylor’s reputation for finding out what was going on in his office by any method. “Now, what’s it all about?”
Duncan grew very confidential.
“Last week the Chief got a cable from Harlow, a salesman in Cartier’s.”