“Keep the ten-spot,” he said to the cabman. “Pull away after the other car goes. Make it look like you were simply running past.”
Lurking in the gloom of a large warehouse, Harry saw the first cab move off. His own cab followed and swept along the street as though it had bustled in from the avenue.
Harry started operations. He angled his way toward the spot where he was sure the other two persons were standing. He caught a momentary glimpse of them moving along the street. Then they disappeared.
Larkin and the girl had entered a passageway between two warehouses. Margaret spoke in surprise as they came into the sudden darkness.
“Are you sure this is where we are going, Larkin?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” replied the secretary. “Mr. Zayata told me how to come here. He has a private entrance to his place.”
As Larkin spoke, his hand took the girl’s elbow, and he urged Margaret toward what appeared to be a blank wall.
Under Larkin’s touch, a door swung inward, and they entered a dark corridor. Margaret shuddered, but kept on. Another door opened, and they were in a long, lighted passageway that seemed to be hewn through solid concrete walls.
The girl was too astonished at her surroundings to wonder how Larkin was so familiar with the place. Halfway down the corridor, the secretary led her into what appeared to be a yawning square chasm in the wall.
Before Margaret realized it, there were two sharp clicks. The first closed a door — she could feel the air; the second turned on a small light. They were moving upward in a little elevator!