“It is. But you oughtn’t have split on your word. You halfway promised you wouldn’t have me shadowed.”
“I’m not the big boss,” I apologized. “Sometimes what I want don’t fit in with what the headman wants. This shouldn’t bother you much—you can shake him, can’t you?”
“Uh-huh. That’s what I’ve been doing. But it’s a damned nuisance jumping in and out of taxis and back doors.”
We talked and drank a few minutes longer, and then I left Carey’s room and hotel, and went to a drugstore telephone booth, where I called Dick Foley’s home, and gave Dick the swarthy man’s description and address.
“I don’t want you to tail Carey, Dick. I want you to find out who is trying to tail him—and that shadower is the bird you’re to stick to. The morning will be time enough to start—get yourself dried out.”
And that was the end of that day.