"Glackey was in. He told me he had tracked the German and would report in full by to-morrow. He thinks you were right and the German is the man."
"What else?"
"A Mrs. Caven-Demuth was here. Wished to know if you ever found lost dogs."
"Great Scott! Dogs!"
"She said her pet cocker-spaniel had disappeared and she was willing to spend five hundred dollars on finding him."
"I am no dog detective. Send her to McMommie." McMommie was, as it is easy to guess, a rival.
"I sent her to police headquarters."
"And is that all?"
"Mr. Folett telegraphed that he would be here at ten."
"It's after that now—it's nearly noon. You can go to lunch if you wish. There's the door— Hullo, it's Mr. Folett now. Be back in an hour."