"No; he's a dealer in antiques: furniture, old gold, old jewels, anything old. He stands well over there. He's all right. I know all about him."
"That's funny, isn't it?"
"What's funny?"
"That he didn't go to a pawnshop."
"Keep your shirt on," laughed Golson. "The day's not over yet."
"No doubt about that. What about Corning, the loan-shark in Virginia?"
"I've got a man over there, just as you asked. Shall I keep him on?"
"Sure!" snapped Braceway. "Suppose Morley gives Delaney the slip in Baltimore and doubles back to Corning's! Keep him there all day."
He left the telephone and went up to Bristow's room, No. 717. When he knocked, the door was opened by a young woman in the uniform and cap of a trained nurse.
"I beg your pardon," he began, "I got the wrong room, I'm afraid. I——"