The ex-detective looked a little sheepish.
“Yes, there ain’t much more to be seen,” he admitted. “Perhaps you’ll take the job on if you think there is.”
“Well, I’d show the gentlemen something of a sight more interesting that this,” the newcomer continued. “They don’t want to sit down and drink with the scum of the earth.”
“Perhaps,” Sogrange suggested, “this gentleman has something in his mind which he thinks would appeal to us. We have a motor car outside and we are out for adventures.”
“What sort of adventures?” the newcomer asked, bluntly.
Sogrange shrugged his shoulders lightly.
“We are lookers-on merely,” he explained. “My friend and I have traveled a good deal. We have seen something of criminal life in Paris and London, Vienna and Budapest. I shall not break any confidence if I tell you that my friend is a writer, and material such as this is useful.”
The newcomer smiled.
“Well,” he exclaimed, “in a way, it’s fortunate for you that I happened along! You come right with me and I’ll show you something that very few other people in this city know of. Guess you’d better pay this fellow off,” he added, indicating the ex-detective. “He’s no more use to you.”
Sogrange and Peter exchanged questioning glances.