“Did Stephney ever visit New York before?”
“Once, two years ago—just after the end of the war.”
“Would he know any women here?”
“Hardly! He was to come right to me!”
Fay moved a chair and lifted his cap. He turned at the portiéres. His glance toward Arthur Hilton was one of understanding.
“You and Mr. Mott alone know that I am on this case?”
“It is locked with us!”
“I have carte blanche?”
“Up to ten thousand pounds.”
“Good-by!” said Fay, creasing his checked cap as he parted the curtains and strode through the suite to the hallway of the hotel.