“Where we’ll meet?”
“That’s it. Can you remember this?” she asked. “Don’t put it down. Take five from the first number, three from the second; one from the third. That much for numbers. For words read from Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary—they’re everywhere—first five up, second three down, third one up, and so on. A street named after a number will be spelled in syllables, taking the first in a word. You can find any syllable in the dictionary. Now tell me that.”
I told it to her; and still we had an instant there alone.
“What do you know about happenings after the scatter from the Feather?” I said to her. “Did Vine get Christina?”
“No; she got away.”
“He’s in Chicago?”
“No; New York.”
“What else do you know about him?”
She shook her head and opened the door toward her car. “Don’t stay about now,” she asked me; and she went into her compartment.