He called out to Peter.
"I suppose you know that the whole game is up, Naismith," he said,
lowering his voice. Peter was wrathfully cranking the car. "The
government is going to take a hand in this business up here."
"If you mean that as a hint to me, it's unnecessary. I'll be on my way
inside of an hour. This is no place for me. And that Tavern is no
place for--er--for her, Barnes. Just mention that you saw me and that
I'm going after Mr. Loeb. If I get the stuff, I'll do the square thing
by her. Not for sentimental reasons, bless you, but just because I
like to do things that make people wonder what the hell I'll do next.
Tell her the whole story if you feel like it, but if I were you I'd
wait till she is safe among her friends, where she won't be nervous.
Hit it up a bit, Peter, old boy. I'm in a hurry."
Peter eyed him in an unfriendly manner. "Where did you come from, Mr.
Perkins? Mighty queer you--"
Sprouse spoke softly out of the corner of his mouth. "Nice old New
England name, isn't it, Barnes?" To Peter: "It's a long story. I'll
write it to you. Speed up."
Barnes told all that he knew of Prince Ugo's flight. Sprouse looked
thoughtful for a long time.
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