There is no mistake; the man
Woodford Dunne was the man we saw dodging at Wadleigh's keyhole. What
his real lay was I don't know, and we might assume it was an off play
but for the fact that he came here. _You_ are here. Is he not on your
shadow? That's what I want to know."
"This is very serious."
"Yes, it is."
"We must go into this man Dunne."
"We must."
"And if your suspicions are correct the flag of the clubhouse must soon
float at half mast for a dead member. We cannot afford to be tripped up
now."
"That is true."
At this moment one of the men for the first time observed the presence
of our hero. They had no reason to suspect that the man reading the
paper understood the subject matter of their discourse and again, they
did not realize how distinctly in their engrossment they had spoken. The
presence of the club member did not give them much concern, but they
changed their theme.
Oscar still maintained his position, and strange thoughts were running
through his mind. He had obtained the information that many supposedly
reputable men were in the great steal, and here he had evidence that a
member of a very respectable social club was possibly in the great
organization. It was not a startling discovery in one sense, for the
police records will show that many a man who lived a reputable life
before the great public for many years has been in the end discovered to
be a cool, calculating rogue in alliance with criminals.
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