“I do not know,” he replied. “I have instructions to communicate with him. That is all.”
“Could it involve — Arlette?” Harry’s question was involuntary. It was not addressed to Claude Fellows; but the insurance broker heard it. He studied Harry carefully.
“The girl interests you,” he said.
“She does,” admitted Harry. “I told you how she helped me — that night, in the Pink Rat.”
“You still feel sure that she was the same girl that you saw with Bruce Duncan, the next day.”
“I am certain of it.”
Claude Fellows spread his hands, to indicate that the whole matter was a mystery to him.
“It would be best to forget the girl,” he said. Then, he added, with a smile: “Forget her — as much as possible. Your own work is more important. I told you that you may have been watched lately. Have you observed anything that would indicate that fact?”
Harry mentioned the matter of the man in the lobby of the Hotel Metrolite. The insurance broker made a note of it.
“Why go back to the hotel?” he asked. “You are away now. Stay somewhere else to-night. Go to Long Island in the morning.”