destroyed all the evidence. But I'm firmly convinced those notes will be offered, either to us or to Bronson very soon. Johnson's a blackguard, but he's a good detective. He could make his fortune as a game dog. What's he doing?"
McKnight put down his cards, and rising, went to the window. As he held the curtain back his customary grin looked a little forced.
"To tell you the truth, Lollie," he said, "for the last two days he has been watching a well-known Washington attorney named Lawrence Blakeley. He's across the street now."
It took a moment for me to grasp what he meant.
"Why, it's ridiculous," I asserted. "What would they trail me for? Go over and tell Johnson to get out of there, or I'll pot at him with my revolver."
"You can tell him that yourself." McKnight paused and bent forward. "Hello, here's a visitor; little man with string halt."
"I won't see him," I said firmly. "I've been bothered enough with reporters."
