"I wonder if that wouldn't be the Cassal woman Andrus used as a come-on for his Mexican mine game? But she claimed Andrus had fooled her."
"And what else?" I inquired.
Doyle stood silent, wrapt in thought for a moment or two.
"Oh, that's about all. I've heard she's an uncommonly clever woman, about the cleverest woman in the world. But what are you after?"
"I want her record—all of it."
"That sort of woman never has a record. That's what cleverness is, my boy, maintaining your reputation at the expense of your character."
"You've given birth to an epigram," I complained, "but you haven't helped me out of my dilemma." Whereupon he asked me for a card.
"I'm going to give you a line to Sherman—Camera-Eye Sherman we used to call him down at Headquarters. He's with the Bankers' Association now, but he was with our Identification Bureau so long he knows 'em all like his own family."
And on the bottom of my card I saw Doyle write: "Please tell him what you can of Vinnie Brunelle."
"Of course I couldn't see him to-night?"