I watched her, debating what to do, whether to let Kennedy wait and follow her, or not.
"Someone, they don't know who, bailed her out," I heard a voice whisper in my ear.
I turned quickly. It was O'Hanlon. "She put up cash bail," he added under his breath. "No one knows where she got it. I'm waiting until she turns that corner—then I'm going to shadow her. I can't seem to find anyone in this town just now. Perhaps she knows where Loeb is."
"If you get on the trail, will you wire me?" I asked. "Here's my train now."
O'Hanlon promised, and as I swung on the step I caught a last glimpse of him sauntering casually in the direction Miss Golder had taken.
I handed Kennedy the brushes I had obtained, but he gave me no opportunity to satisfy my curiosity. Instead, he started me out again to keep in touch with the progress made in the cases of the quacks, particularly the search for Dr. Loeb, which seemed to interest him quite as much as the bailing out of Miss Golder.
It was after dinner and I was preparing to follow the cases on into the night court, if necessary, when one of O'Hanlon's assistants hurried up to me.
"We've just had a wire from Mr. O'Hanlon," he cried excitedly, handing me a telegram.
I read:
"Loeb captured Norwood. Darius Moreton hiding him in vacant house outside town. Advise Kennedy."