"I was just coming to your house. I want to talk to you," Speedy replied, walking over to the taxi and leaning in the open window.
"Good thing you didn't arrive a few minutes earlier," said Dan. "I just took that fellow that boards with the Dillons over to the river."
Speedy was all agog at once.
"Who do you mean—Carter?" he asked. "A tall, dark, well-dressed fellow with sharp black eyes?"
"Yeah. You don't act as if he was a friend of yours."
"He isn't. Say, where did you take him?"
"Well, now, ain't you the inquiring reporter though. I'm not supposed to tell you, you know—professional etiquette or something like that. But being that you're a friend of mine, I took him to that dump near the lumber yard where the Callahan gang hangs out."
Speedy was puzzled. "What would a fellow like Carter be doing over there?"
"Search me," said Danny. "I don't ask the customers their reasons for going to places. If I did, I'd have a lot of trouble and very little business."
Speedy made a sudden resolution. "Say, Danny, take me over there, will you? Drive me to the Callahan place. I want to look around."
"Sa-a-y, what are you getting at, anyway? Going to spy on Carter? This Callahan crowd are pretty tough guys, you know. You'll probably get your block knocked off if you walk in the door."
"Maybe I won't want to goin. Just hang around the outside. I've got a very special reason for
