“That’s what he should have gone into — detective work — instead of wasting his time with a lot of highbrows. How about it, Roger?”
“Maybe you’re right, Arthur,” said Biscayne, with a smile. “I’ve been doing a bit of detective work lately, though, and I can’t say I’ve accomplished much.”
“You need more practice, Roger,” bantered Wilhelm. “Any time you want to start an agency, I’ll give you a few thousand for a beginning.”
“I understand you were out of town, Mr. Wilhelm,” said the commissioner.
“Yes,” replied the bald-headed man. “Took a trip to California. Had to get back by this morning, for a directors’ meeting.
“Well, New York is the place! Especially with Cousin Roger around. We’ve been good pals, he and I. Closest in the world even though he has gone highbrow!” He laughed.
A secretary entered to announce Doctor Fredericks. The stout physician entered and shook hands with Weston and Biscayne. He was introduced to Wilhelm.
“Something new in reference to Silas Harshaw?” was his question.
“We think so,” declared Weston. “Detective Cardona reports results. He wants to get back to the start — to go over all the original details. He requested me to send for you.”
“Good!” said the physician. “I hope that I can be of assistance.”