Carter crossed Broadway to the little park in front of the bank building.
Here he moved about among the cabmen making inquiries.
All claimed that they had not taken any fares from the Studio Building.
From Greeley Square the detective walked across to the opposite corner, where a solitary express wagon was standing.
The man in charge was partly intoxicated.
“Did you cart away anything from the Studio Building this evening?” Carter asked as he came up to the man.
“You may bet I did,” the man blurted out in thick tones. “I made a good stake.”
“They were nice men?”
“You may bet they were.”
“Where did you leave the things?”