Clyde passed directly under the open window where the man with the gun still remained. He escaped the eyes of the concealed observer. The man was watching the entrance to the warehouse.
On Tenth Avenue, Clyde reasoned the matter a while; then walked to the next cross street. Here he walked back toward Ninth Avenue, and saw the other entrance to the passageway. His view was quick and fleeting, from the opposite side of the street.
Clyde Burke was satisfied that Harry had followed Rodney Paget completely through the passage. He was angry with himself for having lost the trail. Now the pursuit depended upon Harry alone.
Clyde considered the situation in this light as he walked gloomily back toward Broadway.
Just as Clyde Burke left, the man in the window gave up his vigil. He was satisfied that only one person had followed Rodney Paget into the gloomy passageway. And he knew that by this time that person had been captured and could not possibly escape.
CLYDE BURKE was undecided between two courses. Both Vincent and Paget had disappeared. He must try to locate at least one of them.
Harry, he knew, would return eventually to the Metrolite Hotel, where he resided. It would be a simple matter to go there and wait for him. Rodney Paget, likewise, had a logical destination — his apartment. By watching that building, Clyde could learn when the clubman returned.
The second plan seemed the better. Suppose, reasoned Clyde, that Harry was still following Paget when the man reached his apartment? He would be glad to find Clyde there.
At least, there would be a report to make regarding the hour of Paget’s return. So Clyde proceeded in the direction of Paget’s apartment house.
He chose a spot for observations. It was across the street from the building. There, Clyde lurked in the darkness, occasionally taking a short walk up and down the street.