CHAPTER VIII Mr. Quayle Again
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“COME IN, MISS BARR.”
The FBI man greeted Vicki with a tired smile and offered her a chair. He looked as though he hadn’t had too many hours of restful sleep during the past few nights.
“I had a talk with your young friend, Watson, yesterday. I suppose that’s why you’re here.”
Vicki nodded.
“It was wise of you to have the lad come and see me. I certainly agree that Mr. Duke’s proposal to him was a most unusual one. As soon as the boy left I tried to contact Duke, but discovered that he was in Cuba and was expected back today.”
“Yes, I know,” Vicki said.
Mr. Quayle looked at her sharply for a moment and then went on:
“However, I did make some discreet inquiries about him. It appears that he is in the import-export business, engaged in trade be
