CHAPTER 4TURNING THE TABLES
IDEAS flitted through my mind I never thought so fast in all my life. A drowning man does the same thing, they say, seeing things in a lightning-like, spinning review.
“I guess you guys must be from the Department of Justice,” I said.
The Ogre and the Hawk G-Men? What a laugh. But the Hawk was the only one who laughed.
“By jinks, that’s an—”
The Ogre cut him short.
“Shut your trap,” he said to the Hawk. And then stared at me, his eyes unwinking as a reptile’s under the derby brim. “Department of Justice, huh? How’d you guess it?”
I followed up the lead as a plan began to crystallize in my brain.
“Because I saw you shadowing Miss Feyne last night,” I said, tossing him a suggestion, “and because I have awakened to the fact I’ve been tricked by one of the c
