“Who is she? What is her name?”
“Grace Alcott. She’s an old flame, a girl with whom I have always been quite friendly. I know her to be reliable.”
“What did she tell you?” Nick inquired.
“She said she had information for me bearing upon the robbery. She intimated, in fact, that she could put me in a way to nail the crook and recover the stolen jewels.”
“Well, well, that would be going some,” declared Nick, apparently becoming more enthusiastic. “Have you any faith in her statements, Clayton?”
“Enough to send me here, Nick,” was the reply. “One other reason is the fact that she lives just around the corner from the business quarters of a guest in the hotel.”
“I see the point. What guest?”
“The physician you met this morning.”
“Doctor Guelpa.”
“Did she mention his name, or hint at him?”