With a little smile, Dan turned and pulled the door shut. Then he ran down the steps after his companion.
"Let's go the other way," he said, as she turned toward Ninth Avenue. "We may as well keep out of this. We can get the Subway just below here."
And in another moment, they had turned the corner.
Wherefore it happened that, when the patrolman, in company with three detectives, who had been torn away from a game of pinocle and who were consequently in no very pleasant humour, reached the centre of the block, some minutes later, there was no one in sight.
"He said he'd wait for us," said the patrolman, helplessly.
The detectives looked about them, but there was no evidence of anything unusual about any of the houses.
"Which side of the street was it on?" one of them asked.
"He didn't say," answered the patrolman.
"Well, what did he say?"