Following them, the detectives learned that their destination was a restaurant whose principal business of the twenty-four hours was done after midnight.
It was the resort of the gay people of the town, and, as other places darkened, this one became brighter and gayer.
They waited on the outside long enough to make it appear that they had not followed the pair into the place.
“It was worth waiting for,” replied Chick, “and we’ll probably get a line on them before we are through with them.”
Finally, Chick said to Merton:
“We’d better go in now.”
He made the motion to lead the way up, when a young woman stepped up, and, addressing Merton, said:
“Anything for me to do to-night, Mr. Merton?”
“No, Bess, I think not. I haven’t anything on to-night of any importance.”
The girl stepped away, and Chick asked who she was.