ready far ahead, marshaling themselves about other things.
"You 've a weakness for yellow fever?" inquired the ironic McGlade.
"I guess it 'd take more than a few fever germs to throw me off that trail," was the detective's abstracted retort. He was recalling certain things that the russet-faced Pip Tankred had told him. And before everything else he felt that it would be well to get in touch with that distributor of bridge equipment and phonograph records.
"You don't mean you're going to try to get into Guayaquil?" demanded McGlade.
"If Connie Binhart 's down there I 've got to go and get him," was Never-Fail Blake's answer.
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The following morning Blake, having made sure of his ground, began one of his old-time "investigations" of that unsuspecting worthy known as Pip Tankred.
This investigation involved a hurried journey back to Colon, the expenditure of much
