Harrison Grant upon his arrival in Hopewell had taken up the work of tracing the culprit who had so nearly caused the destruction of the plant. Taking up the clue from the spot where the bomb had been found and accompanied by the Captain of the guard he had followed his blood-stained trail steadily to the door of Madam LaVere's Fortune Telling Parlor.
"This is the place we want," he announced softly to the Captain. "Don't knock. Just open the door and make a rush for it."
The Captain turned the handle of the door.
"It's locked," he announced laconically. Grant reached out and rapped sharply.
A moment's silence followed and then they heard a slow shuffle growing nearer. The key clicked in the lock and the door was opened by the pasty-faced Minna, the Baroness' maid. She stared at them dully.
Grant attempted to step into the hall, but the maid barred the way.
"The Madame's not home."
"No? Well, never mind. We'll come in anyway," and though she attempted to shove the door shut, Grant pushed her aside and followed by the Captain entered the dingy room. The maid watched them in angry silence.
"Where's the man that's in this house?" asked Grant suddenly.
The maid stared stupidly, "Man? What man?"