CHAPTER XXV.THOSE EXTRA-HEAVY SUIT CASES.
Green Eye did not reply to the burly detective’s warning, but his hand took a firm grip on the revolver in his pocket.
He was holding it by the barrel, however.
The brief interval that followed seemed long and tedious, but in reality it could not have been of more than three or four minutes’ duration.
Although tense and physically on the alert, Gordon found his mind wandering. He wondered idly where Simpson had been staying, and how he dared to travel about even at night in the same machine in which he had removed the gold from the Hattontown bank.
“He probably counts on Griswold doing nothing,” he decided, then grimly called himself to account. “What difference does it make to me where he has been hiding?” he asked himself impatiently. “The i
