"Difficult," said Greg. "It may be found floating in the river."
"How could one find out if it was found?"
"It would be taken to the morgue."
"Watch for it for me, will you?" she cried eagerly. "I couldn't go to such a place. You watch for it, and if it is brought there secure it for me!"
Greg promised. "What do you suppose is his object now in masquerading as the man he killed?" he asked.
"That I can't guess. I know what happened; I don't know what underlies it all. We've got to find out."
Once more that "we" inspired Greg to high deeds.
In speaking of the man they had followed it was natural to turn to the spot where they had last seen him. As he did so Greg saw his very figure reappear once more in the lobby of the little hotel. He called the girl's attention to it.
"Quick! Crank your engine!" she said excitedly. "I thought he would be coming out again!"
The tall man spoke to the clerk, and the latter took down the telephone receiver.