Quentin be there, and would he care? Would he care?






X

TWO IN A TRAP





"Th' juke sent his card up, sir," said Turk, his master was once
more in his rooms at the Bellevue. Turk was looking eminently
respectable in a new suit of blue serge.

"When?" asked Phil, glancing at Laselli's card. He had forgotten the
Italian, and the sight of his name recalled the plot unpleasantly.

"'Bout eleven o'clock. I watched him leave th' hotel an' go down
that street over there--th' same one you took a little earlier."

"Watching me, I suspect. Haven't seen that detective fellow, have
you, Turk? You ought to be able to scent a detective three miles
away."

"I can't scent in this language, sir."