“Can’t do it,” he said gruffly.
Wilson went a little further into details. The girl was very possibly a prisoner––very possibly in danger.
“Go to the police with your story.”
“That means the newspapers,” answered Wilson. “I don’t wish the affair made public. I may be altogether wrong in my suspicions, but they are of such a nature that they ought to be investigated.”
“Sorry, but the rule cannot be broken.”
Wilson spent fifteen minutes longer with him, but the man impatiently rose.
“That number is not listed,” he said finally, “and under no circumstances are we allowed to divulge it. You will have to go to the police if you want help.”
But Wilson had no idea of doing that. He still had one chance left––a ruse which had occurred to him as he left the office. He went down stairs and to the nearest telephone, where he rang up Information.
“Central?”