“Not that I could learn,” Patsy again replied in the negative. “I questioned the janitor and several others. Not one of them had ever seen Todd in the building. So far as I could learn, chief, he never visited the Waldmere Chambers.”
“All the more reason, then, for suspecting that he was lured there that day only to be killed.”
“But I have learned one fact, chief,” Patsy added.
“What is that?”
“Todd had a suite here in the Wilton House for the past two years. About a month ago, however, he changed his quarters to the Studley. That is an apartment house in Dale Street. His suite is on the second floor.”
“He may have had some secret motive for the change,” Carter said thoughtfully. “The hotel may have been too public a place for something in which he was secretly engaged. We must look into that. No investigation in his apartments has yet been made.”
“We had better make one, then,” Chick suggested.
“I was coming to that. You go there this evening and see what you can find. Search for letters, papers, or anything that might shed a ray of light on the case.”
“Leave it to me,” Chick nodded. “I’ll go through his suite with a fine-tooth comb.”
“Accomplish it secretly, however, if possible,” Carter quickly directed. “I don’t want our doings and designs suspected by the miscreants back of this knavery. I want to keep them in the dark as long as possible.”