"Well, what luck?" asked Bailey. "Did you get a clue?"
"I had the torpedo model in my hands," she replied, excitedly telling the story. "It is in a trunk marked 'E. Dodge.'"
All this and more the bearded stranger drank in eagerly.
A moment later Bailey and Bertholdi left the booth and went out of the restaurant followed cautiously by the stranger. On the street the two emissaries of Del Mar stopped a moment to talk.
"All right, I'll telephone him," she said as they parted in opposite directions.
The stranger took an instant to make up his mind, then followed the girl. She continued down the street until she came to a store with telephone booths. The bearded stranger followed still, into the next booth but did not call a number. He had his ear to the wall.
He could hear her call Del Mar, and although he could not hear Del Mar's answers, she repeated enough for him to catch the drift. Finally, she came out, and the stranger, instead of following her further, took the other direction hurriedly.
. . . . . . .
Del Mar himself received the news with keen excitement. Quickly he gave instructions and prepared to leave his rooms.
A short time later his car pulled up before the La Coste and, in a long duster and cap, Del Mar jumped in, and was off.