ennedy nor Doyle said anything. [99] "Better not—yet," objected Doyle, hastily. "I want to watch her a little herself. I particularly bluffed Rascon into not telling her a word of this." "Oh, that's all right," acquiesced Craig. I understood. It was Doyle's c
lue. He had been honest about it. He had not held back
pursue, he figured. As for Craig, I knew that he w
des, there was plenty for us to do in carrying out the line of action which Kennedy had adopted, leaving the less subtle things to Doyle. "How did you find out about this fellow?" asked Craig, after a little while. "You remember Celeste?" answered Doyle, as though he had not yet finished telling us what he had come to
tell. "The maid? Yes?" "I saw Rascon hanging a
bout the apartment—trying to see Celeste. I watched. The dirty dog was trying to sell some
more of the stuff to Mrs. Wilford, the whole
thing—make a final clean-up under thre
at of handing it over to me if she didn't come across. Well," he laughed, "I got it, anyhow. She ought
on, "as soon as I got the lead I investigated. Now I'm convinced that Celeste was the go-between in the transactions. I've made Celeste confess. Sheher copies of the fake reports [100] which he
agreed to 'kill' if enough was paid for them. Oh, it was a slick game, taking advantage of a situation." I glanced at Kennedy. "Do you think Celeste can be relied on?" I asked. He saw that I meant the test of her susceptibility to suggestion and her inaccuracy. "Ah, very true, Walter," he remarked. "But the reports themselves are incontrovertible. True or false—they were made. Some of them Wilford must have seen. Others she must have paid for. But the fact remai
ns, no matter what Celeste may be." D
oyle had been waiting impatiently for us to finish
. Finally he nodded mysteriously, then stepped to the door. He opened it, and there in the hall I saw Celest
e herself, with McCabe. The detective and the gi
rl entered. Celeste stared about, not quite knowing what to make of the whole affair. "Celeste,"
began Doyle, with an easy familiarity which I knew
t man who was here and went away?" "Yes,
sir." "Do you know him?" "I have met the gen


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