“All right. Go ahead.” “There was nothing for me to do but hang around. I was pretty sure that any attempt to find out what Claymore was doing would make him suspicious. So I didn’t go into the building even, but stayed outside on the other side of the street. “It was a dull wait till a little while ago. “Then something happened. “A man came hurrying up the street and another man after him. I thought I had seen them both before somewhere, from their motions, but I couldn’t see their faces in the dark. I suppose I wouldn’t have bothered to get a closer look, if they hadn’t stopped right in the entrance to the building where Claymore has his office. “That interested me, and I crossed over. “One man was holding the other back. “’Tain’t safe to wait any longer,’ said the one who got there first. “‘And it ain’t half so safe to try to see him here,’ the other answered. ‘Don’t be a fool! You see, his windows are still lighted, and he’s busy. When he gets through, he’ll come, as he said he would. Let him alone now and come back.’ “They jawed a little more back and forth, and finally the second man got the first one to go away. “I didn’t know then what they were talking about, and I don’t know now, but I dropped Claymore for a time and followed those two men.” “Why?” asked Nick. “Because I knew them. One was Jack Hamilton, the leader of the gang we had a tussle with in Helena, and the other was his right-hand man, Jack Thompson.” CHAPTER VII. DADDY DREW’S DIVE. Nick looked suddenly at the picture. “By Jove!” he muttered, “I believe I know them now.” “I haven’t a doubt of it,” said Patsy, “but you couldn’t swear to it to the satisfaction of a jury.” “True, and the jurymen could look at the picture for themselves, and see that the likenesses are not there. We’ve got to get more evidence than this, Patsy. Nobody saw them do the deed. This picture almost tells the story, but not quite. But go on. You must have more to tell.” “A little. I shadowed Hamilton and Thompson to a dive where you and I have been before--Daddy Drew’s.” “Whew!” whistled Nick. “It means a fight with all the crooks in Denver, if we go there.” “Well, that’s where they are, and they’re waiting for Claymore.” “All right. We’ll go there and get them, then we can decide if we’d better arrest them. Is that all?” “Not quite. Knowing they were there to stay, I ran back to Claymore’s office. He had just put out his lights and was leaving the building. “He went to police headquarters.” “Did you go in, too?” “In a disguise, yes. I saw that Claymore had a private talk with Kerr. Then he went out again.” “How did he look?” “Rocky, but he was saying, ‘Very good,’ and ‘Quite right’ to Kerr.” “That means that Kerr told him,” said Nick. “Told him what?” asked Patsy. “What I have done. He shouldn’t have said a word, but I can understand how he should make such a slip, for Claymore was the first to direct suspicion at Hank Low. What became of Claymore?”