There's nothing in that.

We've cabled to Melbourne for any news of him from there.

But I expect little from that." "All right," said Spargo.

"And--what are you doing--you, yourself?
Because, if we're to share facts, I must know what my partner's after.
Just now, you seemed to be--drawing." Rathbury laughed.
"Well, to tell you the truth," he said, "when I want to work things out, I come into this room--it's quiet, as you see--and I scribble anything on paper while I think.

I was figuring on my next step, and--" "Do you see it ?" asked Spargo, quickly.
"Well--I want to find the man who went with Marbury to that hotel," replied Rathbury.