“I saw her sending a telegram by the hotel wire yesterday afternoon. My attention was attracted at the time, by the queer actions of a man who came in at the Broadway entrance while Miss Templin was writing out her message.
“The fellow passed behind your friend, and I am sure he looked over her shoulder and endeavored to read what she was writing.”
“You don’t know if he succeeded?”
“No; he scarcely stopped at Miss Templin’s back a moment. Then he passed on, and left by the Twenty-sixth Street door.”
“What do you make of it?”
“Nothing out of that alone. But there is more.”
“More?”
“This man passed on up Broadway to the Coleman House, where he joined another fellow—a man older than he, who wore a full, close-cropped sandy beard. I heard him call this fellow Dent.”
“You followed him?”
“Only that far. The two men walked north on Broadway, when they left the Coleman House, and I came back to the hotel.”