"And he is—?"
"I shall let that be known—when I get ready," she blazed, turning. "Now, might I ask you to leave me? I don't see how you got past the floor clerk, anyhow. Good-by. I—I don't want to have a scene."
She closed the door and we heard the bolt shoot.
Somehow I could not help having my suspicions aroused by her very manner, as we turned away. Did she know something—and was she really afraid of us?
XVI
THE FINESSE
"What's the next move?" I inquired of Kennedy as we entered the elevator.
He did not answer, and I thought it was because he did not care to do so.
"Didn't like to talk, even though we were alone with the elevator boy," he explained, with his usual caution, when we had arrived at the ground floor. "You never can tell who is listening in public places."
"No," I answered, dryly. "That was how I found out where she was in the first place."