We're driving back to jail, and we're going to try to put the
screws on Leroux and his Greek companion. If we can make 'em think
we've gained new evidence against 'em, they may get scared and begin
to talk. If they talk fast enough, they'll begin to tell some truth."
The buggy rolled along again.
"You didn't tell them a word about Mlle. Nadiboff's threats to you,"
muttered Hal.
"I didn't mean to," Jack replied, simply.
"Why not?"
"Well, for one thing, I couldn't swear that she did threaten me. She
may have meant it all for nonsense."
"Yes," mocked Hal Hastings. "That, would be just like her!"
The submarine not being due to go out that day, the chums decided to
remain on shore, in order to keep in touch with the march of events.
The day was so balmy that Mr. Farnum dropped into a chair on the porch,
Pollard occupying the chair next to him. Hal, buying a magazine at
the hotel news stand, sat on the edge of the porch, his feet touching
the ground. Jack, his mind too full of problems to permit him to
read, paced up and down the grounds. Finally he strolled, out past
the gate, crossed the road and began to stroll along the shingle of
bench.
Jacob Farnum removed his cigar from between his lips long enough to
remark:
"As long as the lad keeps in sight, Pollard, it will be worth our while
to keep an occasional eye on him.
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