“What is the alternative?”
“Capture, and a mad rage. Then others will share in his downfall.”
“Very well. I’ll be there. I’ll not fail him, or you.”
“He says it’s his last request. He has some scheme——”
“Ah, his schemes! If only I could hope that this will be the end!”
“That is his promise.”
The woman dropped the conversation abruptly. She darted through the line of cars and made off in the direction of Sixth Avenue. Senator Meiklejohn gazed after her dubiously, but her tall figure was soon lost in the traffic. Then, with bent head, and evidently a prey to harassing thoughts, he crossed Fifth Avenue.
Clancy sauntered after him, and saw him enter a block of residential flats in a side street. Then the detective strolled back to the club.
Most of Van Hofen’s guests had gone. The policeman grinned and muttered in Clancy’s ear: