The millionaire acknowledged the greeting. He stared toward the rack where packages of cigarettes were stacked.
“What do you have in imported cigarettes?” he questioned.
The clerk brought down several boxes. One was marked with the word, “Istanbul.” It was the same brand as the cigarette which had lain upon Cardona’s desk.
“What are these?” asked Cranston.
“A special brand that Mr. Glenn used to smoke,” said the clerk solemnly. “You remember Mr. Glenn? He died a few days ago.”
“Oh, yes,” said Cranston.
“A detective was here asking me about them,” said the clerk. “He wanted to know who else bought these cigarettes. I told him no one, besides Mr. Glenn.
“A few other persons tried them — a long while ago, when I had the last lot in stock. But that was not recently, and I never noticed who bought them when we first had them.
“Mr. Glenn always insisted on this brand. I don’t think you could get them anywhere else in the city.”
Cranston pushed the Istanbul box aside, and selected a packet of a different brand. A short while later he left the club and entered a limousine that awaited him.