I looked out cautiously. There was Doyle just coming up the steps of the hotel.
Doyle bustled in, and we let him pass, unaccosted.
"Where did he get his information?" I wondered.
"Not so difficult. If the police drag-net is out, a hotel like the Sainte-Germaine isn't at all safe," replied Craig. "I imagine we can leave Vina to their tender mercies—the police and the press."
We left the hotel hurriedly lest we might encounter any one else, and a few minutes later found ourselves again at Chase's detective agency. Chase was in and regarded us inquiringly as we entered.
"About this Lathrop case," introduced Kennedy. "You know that she was very intimate with Mr. Shattuck."
Chase nodded.
"It occurred to me," went on Kennedy, "that since you were working for Mrs. Wilford you might be able to help me. There were several things you told me the other day that I've been thinking about."
Chase narrowed his eyes as if trying to fathom what Kennedy was thinking. "I admit breaking into Shattuck's apartment," he said. "Do you mean that?"
"Partly. Why did you do it?"