No prominent scars or
marks, so far as known, but very particular as to personal
appearance, and considered a good athlete, having been captain of
U. of K. football team."
There was but one man in Runnels' department whose appearance
tallied with all this, and it gave the Master of Transportation a
start to note how very complete was the identification.
Nevertheless, he held the letter on his desk, and did nothing for
a time except to question his new collector upon the first
occasion. The result was not at all reassuring. A few days later,
chancing to encounter John Weeks, on his way across the Isthmus,
he recalled Kirk's mention of his first experience at Colon. By
way of an experiment he led on the consul to speak of his former
guest.
"Anthony? Oh yes," wheezed the fat man. "I see you've got him at
work."
"You and he are friends, I believe. I thought you'd be interested
to know he's getting on well. In fact, he's the best collector I
have."
"We're hardly friends," said the consul, cautiously. "I suppose
he's all right--must be or Cortlandt wouldn't have taken him up;
but there's something about him I don't understand. Either he's on
the level, or he's got the nerve of a burglar."
"How so?"
"Well, I know he isn't what he claims to be--I have proof.
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