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At three o’clock, Lamont Cranston left the laboratory. He went to his own room, and began to mark a schedule of activities for the afternoon.
“Jason’s at four o’clock,” he murmured. “Four-thirty will be time enough. Fellows never leaves his office until five-thirty. Dinner at six — at the club. Radio station at nine.”
He paused, considering the items which he had arranged in column form. A vague smile appeared on his face. He took a pencil, and inserted a single line.
“Loo Look’s at eight o’clock,” were the words.
Lamont Cranston shook his head.
“Only fifteen minutes there,” he said softly. “There’s no good reason to go — it can wait. But Tiger Bronson wants it. Why not give him a chance?”
He let the notation stand. Then he rang the bell for Richards.
“Tell Stanley to bring the car,” ordered the millionaire, when the valet appeared. “I want to get to town soon after four o’clock.”
“Very good, sir.”