“I’ll follow and see where he goes,” she decided.
She soon saw that he was heading toward the business section of Claymore. Rapidly cutting down the distance between them, she then kept just far enough behind to avoid suspicion.
As they reached the downtown section, the stranger walked faster, moving in and out to pass pedestrians hurrying home from work. Madge found it increasingly difficult to keep him in sight.
Then she lost him entirely.
“I don’t see where he went unless he dodged in somewhere,” she thought.
She gazed in through the window of a drug store but could not locate him. The only other possibility was the Grand Hotel. She went in.
The lobby was crowded. Madge looked carefully about, observing no one who resembled the man she sought.
“I’ll see if his name is on the register,” she decided.
Before she could transfer the thought to action, an elevator discharged passengers. Several of the men walked toward the main desk. And one of them was the stranger Madge had followed. He did not glance in her direction but moved directly to where the clerk was standing.
Madge slipped behind a pillar and waited.