What he meant by his cryptic remarks I could not make out. Was he determined to save his client, even at the cost of her lover? Kennedy's face was inscrutable. If he knew what Chase meant, I am sure Chase read no answer.
We left immediately afterward and soon were back again in the Subway. As we waited for the train, Kennedy paced the platform.
"I think I'm right, Walter," he remarked. "The thing is to prove it. I'm going to use a little more of Freud—to apply him to some detective work—in other words, I'm going to play upon suppressed desires. Just watch how it works."
Somewhat less than half an hour later we found ourselves in the hurly-burly of the Wall Street district. Shattuck, I knew, had an office around the corner not very far from that which Vail Wilford had occupied.
Kennedy, who had been there before, easily located it and called the floor from memory.
"It's not a large office," I remarked, as I followed Craig down the hall and stopped before a single glass door that bore Shattuck's name, adding, "Banker & Broker."
"But probably it's large enough for all the brokerage business that Shattuck really does," he returned. "I have an idea that it is just about enough to keep him from being classed as an idler. Besides, it gives him standing."
Kennedy handed his card to the boy who presided over a sort of swinging gate in the outer office.
The door to Shattuck's inner office happened to be open and we could see him. Consequently it was not possible for him to send out word that he was not in.
It was a rather nettled office-boy who returned to us.