“As for this St. Louis bird — Max Parker, the yegg — he was a stranger in New York, and we can’t seem to get a thing on him.”
“Coming back to Harshaw,” said Biscayne, “when do you propose to begin this search?”
“Tonight,” replied Cardona promptly. “I want to go there with the idea of finding something. Take the study first.
“If we don’t get results there, we’ll go through the rest of the place. You’ve got to be with me, professor. You helped the first time.
“I’d like you to be with us, too, Doctor Fredericks. We’re liable to uncover something that will give us a line on the old man. You knew him as well as anybody.”
“Probably,” said Fredericks. “I knew he was a very sick man. I had to tell him so, to make him realize how careful he must be. I shall be glad to be present.”
“Certainly,” added Biscayne enthusiastically. “Be with us by all means, doctor!
“You have aroused me, Cardona. I realize that we have been neglecting the real opportunity.”
“What time do you propose to begin?” asked Commissioner Weston, speaking to Cardona.
“Before ten o’clock,” said the detective. “We’ll all be there if another death note is dropped in the mail chute. Remember — it’s tonight!”