"There's a man inside there I want you to keep in sight, Fuller," said the investigator. "The name is Fenton, and he has a broken nose."
"Oh, yes, I know him," said Fuller, readily. "Used to be a tout in the old Sheepshead Bay days."
"Good!" said Ashton-Kirk. "Don't let him slip you. It's important."
Fuller at once started toward Gaffney's; and the investigator and Scanlon made their way out of the back-water into the swirling, high-colored avenue. At a druggist's Ashton-Kirk paused, and the two went in. A telephone book was flipped over until the letter Q was reached.
"Ah, yes," said the investigator. "Mr. Quigley lives at the Doric Apartments." Then as he closed the book: "I trust we shall find him at home."
Scanlon said nothing while the other called a taxi, and when the vehicle arrived, they got in, Ashton-Kirk giving the driver the address wanted.
The Doric Apartments was a new and pretentious place upon a wide street and directly opposite a small, green park. There was a great deal of brass and marble and show about the entrance, and a uniformed attendant announced them by means of a telephone. In a few moments the man turned.
"Mr. Quigley says he does not recognize your names," said he. "And will you kindly state your business."
"Tell him it is very important. That we must see him at once. That it will be to his interest to do so."
The hall porter repeated these words almost as they were given to him, but apparently the man above was not convinced.