“Only what I have seen,” replied the clerk. “She has stopped here frequently in an automobile, evidently her own car, and always with the same chauffeur. He’s a stocky chap in the twenties, smooth shaved and of light complexion. The woman is about thirty, or a little older. She dresses in style. She is about medium height and quite slender, with thin features and sort of brick-colored hair.”
Patsy’s eyes dilated. He had obtained a perfect description of the woman he was seeking, of Margaret Hanson, so called.
“You don’t know her name?” he said inquiringly.
“No.”
“Have you ever seen a red-headed boy with her?”
“No.”
“Or noticed the number of her car?”
“Yes, by Jove, I have noticed that,” said the clerk quickly. “It is 44120, New York. I’m almost sure of it.”
“Good on your head,” said Patsy. “That will help some, all right.”
“Glad of it. Sorry I cannot do more for you.”