CHAPTER XIV
MENDOZA MAKES A FIGHTJack stared at him in amazement.
“You’re joking!” he said.
“On the contrary, I am very much in earnest,” said Michael quietly. “But to know the Head-Hunter, and to bring his crimes home to him, are quite different matters.”
Jack Knebworth sat at his desk, his hands thrust into his trousers pockets, a look of blank incredulity on the face turned to the detective.
“Is it one of my company?” he asked, troubled, and Michael laughed.
“I haven’t the pleasure of knowing all your company,” he said diplomatically, “but at any rate, don’t let the Head-Hunter worry you. What are you going to do about Mr. Reggie Connolly?”
The director shrugged.
“He doesn’t mean it, and I was a fool to get wild,” he said. “That kind of ninny never means anything. You wouldn’t d
