“I remember faces, and I remember names,” was the reply. “I’ll know him if he comes again. Horace Chatham — to see Doctor Palermo.”
The disguise had stood its first test. Already two men were positive that the man who had left the Marimba Apartments was Horace Chatham.
CHAPTER II. A MIDNIGHT VISITOR
“GOOD evening, Mr. Chatham.”
The speaker was a clerk in a theatrical ticket office on Broadway. He was addressing a man who had just entered, and who approached the counter with a rather gloomy expression on his face.
The man smiled rather wearily at the greeting.
“Good evening,” he said. “Have you anything good for tomorrow night? I’d like to see ‘Cat’s Paws’ at the Forty-third Street Theater.”
“I can fix it for the fourth row, center,” replied the clerk. “But — er— didn’t you see that show, Mr.
Chatham? I sold you a ticket for it, last week.”
“Yes, I saw it,” replied the man quickly, “and I recommended it to a friend of mine. Promised to get a ticket for him.”