CHAPTER XIX
"WHAT do you think of him for a busy?" asked Jeffrey contemptuously.
She did not answer. Contact with the man had frightened her. It was not like Lila to shiver in the presence of detectives.
"I don't know what he is," she said a little breathlessly. "He's something like a... good-natured snake. Didn't you feel that, Jeffrey?"
"Good-natured nothing," said the other with a curl of his lip. "He's worse than Golden. These big corporations fall for that kind of man. They never give a chance to a real clever busy."
"Who was Golden?" she asked.
"He was an old fellow too. They fired him." He chuckled to himself. "And I was responsible for firing him. Then they brought in Mr. J.G. Reeder with a flourish of trumpets. He's been on the game three years, and he's just about as near t
