“Yes, the same,” nodded Vernon. “I am not so sure about him.”
“What do you know about him?”
“Very little. In fact, Garvan, nothing positively reliable. He came here on the fifth of September, as you see, with a valet named John Draper.”
“Two days after Clayton’s abduction and liberation,” thought Patsy, with growing suspicion.
“He stated that he was a Hungarian physician, a throat specialist, and that he might remain indefinitely in New York,” Vernon continued. “He took an expensive suite, which he since has occupied with his valet, and a few days later he opened offices in Fifth Avenue, which he still retains. I don’t know how much business he does, Garvan, but seems to have plenty of money.”
“Is a social man?[Pg 20]”
“Not at all. He is very reserved.”
“What are his office hours? Is he usually here at eleven o’clock in the morning?” asked Patsy, quick to suspect his presence in the hotel on that particular morning.
“No, not ordinarily,” said Vernon. “He may have been detained this morning.”
“It’s very obvious that he was here, all right,” Patsy said dryly. “Does he have any mail?”