Mason nodded.
They got out and walked across to the agency car.
“Think she’ll be out pretty quick now,” the operative said.
“You tailed her here from the Contractor’s Journal office?” Mason asked.
“Yeah. It’s only three or four blocks. She evidently had an appointment at the beauty parlor. I think the girl in the beauty parlor knows her. But I haven’t tried as yet to get the address or any information in there.”
“You can do that after she leaves,” Mason said. “—No, wait a minute. I don’t want her to think anyone’s trailing her. We’ll wait and keep that beauty parlor as an ace up our sleeve.”
“Okay. You want me to stay here?”
“Yes. You can follow along in the car. I’ll get out and try to follow her on foot. If she gives me the slip, you carry on from there, and find out where she goes.”
“That’ll be swell. She may duck into a department store or something. A man’s lost trying to follow a pedestrian in an automobile when they pull a stunt like that.”
Mason said, “Okay. Stay on the job. How’s she dressed?”