“I think that we’re getting near the answer to something we all want to know,” said Brencherly.  “But it means a lot to a lot of people to keep the police off—­for the present.  I want to be sure.”

“How do you suppose she got in?” said Long, insinuatingly.

“Don’t know yet—­but we’ll find that out.  Meantime, don’t use the telephone for anything you have to say to anybody.  And the other woman, let me tell you, has nothing to do with this case.  I’ll tell you now, before your curiosity makes you make a fool of yourself—­she’s been hunted for high and low, because she’s had aphasia—­forgets who she is, and all that, every once in a while, and her people have been offering a reward.  Just happened to make a double haul, that’s all.  But you don’t get in on the first one.  Now are you satisfied?” Brencherly looked at his companion quizzically.

Long grunted.  He was rather annoyed at having the occurrence so simply explained.

“Oh, well,” he yawned, “you’re on this case, and I’m only your lobbygow; so I suppose I’ve got to let it go at that.  But, say, I’m tired.  Let’s turn in, or, if you don’t want me in your joint, I’ll go down stairs and get them to bunk me somewhere in the dump.”  He rose.  “I suppose they’ll fix me up?”

Brencherly went to the telephone and spoke for a moment.  “All right,” he said; “they’ll give you number seventy-three on this floor.  I want you to do something for me to-morrow, so set the bellboy for eight o’clock, will you?” A moment later he turned his assistant over to the hotel roundsman, and turned to his own well earned rest.  Making a neat packet of the clippings, he stowed them away once more in their worn receptacle—­he hesitated, then nodded to himself, having decided to replace them.  He must gain this woman’s confidence.  She must not be made suspicious.  Above all, her anger must not be roused.  She might become stubborn and uncommunicative.  He stepped into the adjoining room and turned on the electrics.  The quick flash of the light made him shut his eyes.  When he opened them he gave a cry of dismay.  The tumbled bed was empty—­the window stood wide open.  It flashed into his mind, that as he had talked with Long over the incriminating bits of paper, he had felt a draft of air; but his knowledge that his captive was securely tied had eliminated from his mind any idea of the possibility of an attempt at escape.  Then, cursing himself, he recalled how he had loosened the cords about her ankles.  With a bound he was at the window, looking down at the spidery threads of fire escape ladders, leading down to the utter dark of the service alley.