"Not so well as I would like to," I said dryly. "What address did he give you?"
"We haven't got his address?"
"Where were your reports to be sent?"
The young man consulted a card. "Box 229, Station W, New York."
"Well, that's something," I said, and rose. "When you report to him please don't mention that I've been in."
"There will be no more reports," said Dongan shortly. "We'll return his money."
"If you want to make up to me for the trouble you've put me to, make him one more report," I suggested. "Simply tell him that upon learning that I was a detective, Mr. Dongan directed that the business be refused."
"I will do that," Dongan said.
"When would you ordinarily report to him?" I asked.
"This morning," the young man replied. I guessed from his foolish expression that a lurid account of the last night's proceedings had already been written.