“Good idea,” replied Harry. “I’ll follow that suggestion.”
After leaving the office, Harry visited several stores, and purchased a new wardrobe, as well as a traveling bag.
He registered at the Baronet Hotel, some squares away from the Metrolite. He went to the theater in the evening, and returned to his room shortly before midnight.
Harry had just fallen asleep, when the telephone rang in his room. He sat upright in bed. Who could it be?
He had told no one that he was stopping at the Baronet Hotel. Perhaps they had rung his room by mistake. Harry let the phone ring for fully a minute. Then, more curious than startled, he answered the call.
“Mr. Vincent?” It was the voice of the hotel operator. “We have a call for you.”
Harry acknowledged his name. He had thought of using another name when he had registered, but had finally, signed his own.
Another voice came over the wire. It was a woman’s voice, also; but he did not recognize it for a moment. Then he suddenly realized that Arlette DeLand was speaking to him!
“Mr. Vincent?”
“Yes.”