Ronicky could not see who opened the door, but, after a moment of talk, the chauffeur from the car they had pursued was allowed to enter.  And, as he stepped across the threshold, he drew off his cap with a touch of reverence which seemed totally out of keeping with his character as Ronicky had seen it.

“Bill,” he said to Gregg, “we’ve got something.  You seen him go up those steps to that house?”

“Sure.”

Bill Gregg’s eyes were flashing with the excitement.  “That house has somebody in it who knows Caroline Smith, and that somebody is excited because we’re hunting for her,” said Bill.  “Maybe it holds Caroline herself.  Who can tell that?  Let’s go see.”

“Wait till that taxi driver goes.  If he’d wanted us to know about Caroline he’d of told us.  He doesn’t want us to know and he’d maybe take it pretty much to heart if he knew we’d followed him.”

“What he thinks don’t worry me none.  I can tend to three like him.”

“Maybe, but you couldn’t handle thirty, and coyotes like him hunt in packs, always.  The best fighting pair of coyotes that ever stepped wouldn’t have no chance against a lofer wolf, but no lofer wolf could stand off a dozen or so of the little devils.  So keep clear of these little rat-faced gents, Bill.  They hunt in crowds.”

Presently they saw the chauffeur coming down the steps.  Even at that distance it could be seen that he was smiling broadly, and that he was intensely pleased with himself and the rest of the world.

Starting up his machine, he swung it around dexterously, as only New York taxi drivers can, and sped down the street by the way he had come, passing Gregg and Ronicky, who had flattened themselves against the fence to keep from being seen.  They observed that, while he controlled the car with one hand, with the other he was examining the contents of his wallet.

“Money for him!” exclaimed Ronicky, as soon as the car was out of sight around the corner.  “This begins to look pretty thick, Bill.  Because he goes and tells them that he’s taken us off the trail they not only thank him, but they pay him for it.  And, by the face of him, as he went by, they pay him pretty high.  Bill, it’s easy to figure that they don’t want any friend near Caroline Smith, and most like they don’t even want us near that house.”

“I only want to go near once,” said Bill Gregg.  “I just want to find out if the girl is there.”

“Go break in on ’em?”

“Break in!  Ronicky, that’s burglary!”

“Sure it is.”

“Ill just ask for Caroline Smith at the door.”

“Try it.”

The irony made Bill Gregg stop in the very act of leaving and glance back.  But he went on again resolutely and stamped up the steps to the front door of the house.

It was opened to him almost at once by a woman, for Bill’s hat come off.  For a moment he was explaining.  Then there was a pause in his gestures, as she made the reply.  Finally he spoke again, but was cut short by the loud banging of the door.