"After all, the newspaper men are the
best detectives I know. If it wasn't for them, half our murder
cases wouldn't ever be solved. As a matter of fact, 'yellow
journals' are more useful to a city than half the detective
force."
Most of the newspaper men knew Craig intimately, and liked him,
possibly because he was one of the few people to-day who realized
the very important part these young men played in modern life.
They crowded about, eager to interview him. But Craig was clever.
In the rapid fire of conversation it was really he who interviewed
them.
"Lockwood has been here a long time," volunteered one of the men.
"He seems to have constituted himself the guardian of Inez. No one
gets a look at her while he's around."
"Well, you can hardly blame him for that," smiled Craig. "Jealousy
isn't a crime in that case."
"Say," put in another, "there'd be an interesting quarter of an
hour if he were here now. That other fellow--de Mooch--whatever
his name is, is here."
"De Moche--with her, now?" queried Kennedy, wheeling suddenly.
The reporter smiled. "He's a queer duck. I was coming up to
relieve our other man, when I saw him down on the street, hanging
about the corner, his eyes riveted on the entrance to the
apartment.
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