"
"Leave it to me, Mr. Sparling, I'll find him."
The owner laughed harshly.
"How?"
"I think I know who the man is at this very minute," was Phil
Forrest's startling announcement, uttered in a quiet, even tone.
Mr. Sparling leaped from his chair so suddenly that he overturned
the table in front of him, sending his papers flying all over the
place.
CHAPTER XXI
AN ELEPHANT IN JAIL
"Who is he?"
"I would not care to answer that question just now, Mr.
Sparling," answered Phil calmly. "It would not be right--that
is, not until I am sure about it."
"Tell me, or get out."
"Remember, Mr. Sparling, it is a serious accusation you ask me to
make against a man on proof that you would say was not worth
anything. It may take some time, but before I get through I'm
going either to fasten the act on someone--on a particular
one--or else prove that I am wholly mistaken."
The showman stormed, but Phil was obdurate. He refused to give
the slightest intimation as to whom he suspected.
"Am I to go, Mr. Sparling?" he asked after the interview had come
to an end.
"No! I expect you'll own this show yet."
He watched Phil walking away from the tent.
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