“In a flat at number two hundred and forty-one West Thirty-sixth Street.”

“What name?”

“Lawrence.”

“Are you sure that was the name?”

“Of course I am. The tall fellow wrote it down on a slip of paper for me.”

“Was he at the flat to receive the things?”

“No. The two ladies were there, though.”

“Only the two ladies?”

“That was all.”

Carter did not go direct to the address on West Thirty-sixth Street after he left the expressman. He hurried down to Union Square and entered Dazian’s musty-smelling establishment.