When Never-Fail Blake alighted from his sleeper in Montreal he found one of Teal’s men awaiting him at Bonaventure Station. There had been a hitch or a leak somewhere, this man reported. Binhart, in some way, had slipped through their fingers.
All they knew was that the man they were tailing had bought a ticket for Winnipeg, that he was not in Montreal, and that, beyond the railway ticket, they had no trace of him.
Blake, at this news, had a moment when he saw red. He felt, during that moment, like a drum-major who had “muffed” his baton on parade. Then recovering himself, he promptly confirmed the Teal operative’s report by telephone, accepted its confirmation as authentic, consulted a timetable, and made a dash for Windsor Station. There he caught the Winnipeg express, took possession
