“Find out and telegraph me at once sum paid to Dr. Greene by present owner of Greene’s Sanitarium.”
The newcomer strolled on up to the office desk, and thence into the reading room, from which place he saw Miss Templin enter the elevator and go upstairs.
Then he left by the Twenty-eighth Street door, and soon joined his companion at the Coleman House.
“Dent,” he said, “it is worse than I feared. That woman is here for no good.”
“What have you discovered?”
“She just now sent a telegram to San Francisco, asking for information as to the price paid for Greene’s Sanitarium by the present owner.”
“Are you sure?”
“I read the telegram.”
“What will you do?”
“What will I do? That telegram sealed Louise Templin’s fate. She’ll never get an answer.”