Montague waited until the old gentleman had obtained his usual dry
Martini, and until he had solved the problem of satisfying his
appetite and his doctor. And then he told of his extraordinary
experience.
"I felt sure that you could explain it, if anybody could," said he.
"But what is there to explain?" asked the other. "It simply means
that Jim Hegan is interested in your railroad. What more could you
want?"
"But he sent a detective after me!" gasped Montague.
"But that's all right," said the Major. "It is done every day. There
are a half dozen big agencies that do nothing else. You are lucky if
he hasn't had your telephone tapped, and read your telegrams and
mail before you saw them."
Montague stared at him aghast. "A man like Jim Hegan!" he exclaimed.
"And to a friend."
"A friend?" said the Major. "Pshaw! A man doesn't do business with
friends. And, besides, Jim Hegan probably never knew anything about
it. He turned the whole matter over to some subordinate, and told
him to look it up, and he'll never give another thought to it until
the facts are laid upon his desk.
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