"Show him in," said Britz.
Muldoon entered with the mysterious air of one who has important information to impart and does not intend that his hearer shall underestimate its importance.
"I think I've got a line on this Whitmore case," he began.
"Well, what is it?" Britz asked curtly.
"Just six weeks ago last night I was patroling Fifth avenue in front of the Whitmore house. I saw a lady come out and enter a taxicab. She was a beauty—fine looking and dressed like a queen. In the half-open doorway of the house Mr. Whitmore stood, watching her descend the steps. Both he and she looked as if they'd been quarreling."
"Anything more?" Britz asked impatiently.
"No, sir," the policeman admitted.
"Would you know her again if you saw her?"
"I surely would."
"Very well. Inform your precinct commander that you have been temporarily assigned to Headquarters and remain outside until I send for you."