“No, no. I’ll be in the hotel lobby about six o’clock. Do you know anyone in town?”
“No.”
She seemed rather relieved by that.
“Any other newspaper in town?” I asked.
“No, not now. There was one back in 1918, but it folded in ’23.”
“What about the blazed trail?” I asked.
“You’re on it,” she said, smiling.
Back of the partition, the man coughed again, this time, I thought, warningly.
I said, “I’d like to get the file for ’17, ’18, and ’19.”
She brought them out, and I spent most of the afternoon checking the society columns, getting the names of the persons who had attended social gatherings at which Dr. and Mrs. Lintig had been present. I arranged the names in columns and checked those which were repeated frequently enough to give me an idea of the social circle in which the Lintigs had moved.