CHAPTER XVI
A NOTE FROM THE DEAD
ALSOP was around the next day, loud with generosity, and anxious to give Garth the only form of reward he could understand—large sums of money. Garth, however, didn't care for the man. He preferred to keep their relations on a purely business basis.
"I only did my duty, Mr. Alsop," he said. "Some day I may break away from here and start an office of my own. In that case, if you cared to mention me to your friends I would feel I had been well repaid."
"Maybe you were a little too proud, Garth," the inspector grunted afterwards.
Nora, however, when she heard of it, said simply,
"Jim, you did perfectly right. If you had taken money from that man he'd have believed he owned you body and soul."
"When you two combine against me I've nothing more to say," the inspector grinned.
Garth knew that the old man watched, with something like anxiety himself, the progress of his and Nora's friendship. The detective had long since made up his mind not to speak to the inspector on
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