Leaving Doyle in the room, Flash went downstairs to the nearly deserted lobby. As he reached the revolving door at the front entrance another man entered the hotel and they met face to face.
Flash stopped short.
“Captain Johns!” he exclaimed.
The army man peered at the young man an instant without recognition, and then he remembered him.
“Evans, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I was trying to reach you by long distance telephone only a few minutes ago,” Flash began eagerly.
The Captain cut him short. “Major Hartgrove and I arrived here early this morning. Glad to have met you again, Mr. Evans.”
“One minute,” Flash protested as the man started to edge away.
“I can’t stop now,” Captain Johns apologized. “Some other time I’ll be glad to grant an interview.”
“I’m not after an interview or pictures. I would like to give you some information about Albert Povy.”