“A namesake of mine, eh?[Pg 29]”
“I reckon so,” grinned Mulligan. “What d’ye want? I know you have not started a spiel with me for nothing.”
“This is between us, mind you.”
“That goes.”
“You took a couple from a house in Fifth Avenue at seven o’clock this morning.”
“Sure. Where the stiff was being taken away.”
“That’s the place. What do you know about the couple?”
“Nothing,” said Mulligan, but a curious gleam lighted his eyes. “I went there on a telephone order.”
“Where did you take them?”
“Grand Central Terminal. They had no luggage, so I did not go in with them. That was the last I saw of them.”