Thaddeus Westcott turned toward the door. He happened to notice George Clarendon who was standing near by.
“Hello, Thad,” greeted Clarendon.
“Hello, George!”
“Going home?”
“Yes.”
“Why not drop me at my apartment? You go by it.”
“I’ll be glad to, George. Come along, come along. My car is outside.”
The two men walked out together. Bob watched them as they passed through the revolving door. His eyes were keen and a shrewd smile appeared upon his lips as he gazed at the departing form of Thaddeus Westcott.