"A woman called here last night to see him," he said thoughtfully, "and I thought that perhaps——"
Interrupting himself, he went quickly to the door of the apartment and called to some one who was waiting in the corridor outside. A boy about eighteen years of age, in the livery of an elevator attendant, entered the room. The captain pointed to Annie.
"Is that the lady?"
The boy looked carefully, and then shook his head:
"Don't think so—no, sir. The other lady was a great swell."
"You're sure, eh?" said the captain.
"I—think so," answered the boy.
"Do you remember the name she gave?"
"No, sir," replied the boy. "Ever since you asked me——"
Annie arose and moved toward the door. She had no time to waste there. Every moment now was precious. She must get legal assistance at once. Turning to Captain Clinton, she said: