"That is," said he, quietly, "not until to-day, at Quigley's."
Fenton's lower jaw dropped, and he stared at the investigator vacantly.
"At Quigley's!" said he.
"You saw her come down the hall while you were at the broker's door," said Ashton-Kirk. "And while she bargained with Quigley for a price on a diamond necklace, you were looking in once more. She wore a veil, but veils are not always dependable disguises."
"I don't know how you got that," said Fenton, at last, "but it's true, all right. I spotted her as soon as I saw her; the veil might as well not been there."
Ashton-Kirk drew on his gloves.
"Perhaps to-morrow you'll be called upon to repeat what you've said to-night. So hold yourself ready."
"All right," said the broken-nosed man, sullenly. "You know where to find me, I guess."
"Oh, yes." The investigator turned to Hutchinson, and continued: "I'm obliged to you: you have facilitated matters greatly, and perhaps saved Mr. Fenton from something rather serious. Good-night."
Followed by Scanlon, Ashton-Kirk left the place; a score of yards away the investigator gave a low whistle and a shadow flitted across the street to his side.