“Indeed?”
“Yes. My boy told me that she had scarcely disappeared down the stairs—she didn’t wait for the elevator—when Mr. Redway, of the firm of Bridgely & Byke, stepped off the elevator, and inquired for the lady. He seemed much disappointed when told she was gone.”
This was intensely interesting news to Nick.
“Did Redway follow her?” inquired Nick.
“Why, no. The stupid boy did not tell him she walked or ran downstairs, else he might have followed her. Do you know, I think she was trying to avoid Redway. I’d advise you to see Redway.”
Again Nick examined the directory. This time he looked for the name “Oscar Gay,” but didn’t find it. The name was not in the New York Directory for the current year.
He then turned to the Brooklyn Directory, and found the name, with the address, on Brooklyn Heights.
It didn’t take him long to go over to the place, which he found was a middle-class boarding-house.
The landlady informed him that Gay had not been a boarder with her for ten months.
He went to New York somewhere, but she never learned exactly where.