CHAPTER XVI.
A WISE BARTENDER.The blow that felled Burt Cromwell was delivered by Quick’s bartender.
“Well done, Andy!” cried Mike.
And then he hastily left. Andy had slipped behind the detective, unperceived by the latter.
He threw the sand-bag carelessly on the floor, and got a pitcher of ice-water. Then he set about reviving the unconscious officer. After a little while, Burt Cromwell opened his eyes.
Andy helped him into a chair, and produced a bottle of brandy and a glass.
“Are you feeling any better, sir?”
The bartender was very solicitous. Burt Cromwell stared hard at him.
“Who knocked me out? Don’t say you don’t know.”
“But I do know,” returned Andy.
And he certainly did. Burt Cromwell drank the brandy.
“Who was it?”
“Simon Costello.”
“Who is Simon Costello?”
“Don’t y
