“That’s right. I live at the Sans Souci -”
Phil caught himself and sharply.
“Say!” Phil’s exclamation was heartfelt. “Why did you make that guess about Central Park?”
“It wasn’t precisely a guess,” corrected Cranston. “I was thinking of Winslow and Ames. They seemed to prefer the same neighborhood.”
Phil’s stare became steady as the limousine stopped.
“I’m dropping off here,” stated Cranston. “This is the Cobalt Club. You can reach me here if you wish. My chauffeur will take you to your hotel. It has a nice name, the Sans Souci.”
“It’s French,” explained Phil. “It means ‘without worry’ -”
“I know,” interposed Cranston. “What’s more, I hope you’re living up to it.”
Entering the Cobalt Club, Lamont Cranston found Harry Vincent waiting with Margo Lane. Promptly, Cranston gave Harry some vital information.
“I’ve started Harley thinking,” Cranston told Harry. “If he doesn’t phone me, he’ll probably talk to you.”