Hulton. For all his quietness, he takes the thing very hard."

"I imagine the fellow who shot Fred Hulton will need your pity most,"
Featherstone replied. "The old man will run him down with the
determination and energy that helped him to build up his business.
Money with brains behind it is a power, but I wouldn't like Hulton on
my track if he hadn't a cent. There's something relentless about the
man." He paused and resumed: "Well, he has a clew. It's curious I
didn't think of mentioning before that I spoke to the watchman, but I
thought the fellow was Jordan. I wonder how the thief will get the
bonds across to Europe."

"There would be some danger in carrying them; anyhow, he'd imagine so,
although it looks as if Hulton doesn't mean to tell the police much
just yet. Of course, there's the mail, but the thief might be afraid
to post the papers."

Featherstone nodded. "I think it's in Hulton's favor that he'll be
satisfied with one of the private detective agencies to begin with,
while the man he's looking for will be on his guard against the police.
Besides, it's possible that the fellow won't take many precautions,
since there's a plausible explanation of Fred Hulton's death."

"Do you think the man you passed saw you well enough to know you again?"

"He may have done so."

"Then if he imagined that you saw him, it would make a difference,"
Foster said thoughtfully, "He'd reckon that you were the greatest
danger he had to guard against."