"At this time of night?" he asked, apparently a little frightened at the mere idea of it.
"Yes, now," I declared.
"I'd rather not," he finally averred.
"But you still carry those office-keys, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes; I still have my keys. But it wouldn't look right, the way things are. It would be only too easy for them to misinterpret a midnight visit of mine to those offices. And they're watching me, every move I make."
"Then let them know you're going to make the move," I maintained. "And then we'll slip down in my car, with no chance of being followed."
He seemed to be turning the matter over in his mind. Then he looked up, as though a sudden light had clarified the whole situation.
"You know Mary Lockwood, don't you?" he demanded.
"Y-yes," I hesitatingly admitted.
"Then wouldn't it be easier for you to call her up on the telephone and explain just what you propose doing?"