"Ah, that helps. A collector of what?"
"Of mementoes of crimes——"
"Of what?"
"It sounds silly, I know, but he told me so. Not exactly crimes, more of prominent people. Like a pencil that belonged to President Garfield, and such things."
"Oh, a freak! I hoped you meant a prominent collector of valuable things; then we might trace him."
"No; he collects queer things, it is a sort of harmless mania, I think. Well, if we can't find him, we can't. How much do I owe you?"
This matter was adjusted, and Iris turned disconsolately back to her hotel. She had accomplished nothing on her Chicago trip, and unless the Craig people could give her information of importance, there was no use prolonging her visit.
The rest of that day, and the morning of the next, she spent in the vicinity of the restaurant, hoping Pollock would return.
But she didn't see him, and in the afternoon she went back to Craig, Marsden & Co.
Mr. Reed greeted her pleasantly, but he had no important information.