"Farradyne?" asked the man.
"You're the Bennington Detective Agency man?"
"Sidney Kingman," said the other, showing Farradyne a small case with identification card and license. "Where is she?"
"Inside."
Kingman handed Farradyne an envelope. He pocketed it and led Kingman into the salon. Norma was there, sitting on the divan, smoking.
"Miss Hannon, Mr. Kingman."
"Another one of your friends?" she sneered.
"No. He's one of yours."
"I have no friends."
"Yes, you have, Miss Hannon. I have come to take you home."