"She traveled to the same places an' put up at the same hotels that I did," Dirty Dan replied evasively, for his natural love for intrigue bade him hoard his secret to the last.
Daney sat down and said very quietly: "Dan, do you know where Nan Brent may be found?"
"Where she may be found? Faith, I can tell you where she can be found—but I'll not."
"Why not?"
"Because 'tis her secret, an' why should I share it wit' you, m'anin' no disrespect, sor, at that?"
"Your sentiments do you honor, Dan—a heap more honor than I ever thought you possessed. If Mr. Donald's life should happen to be the price of your silence, however, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?"
"I would. The young gintlemin's blood runs in my veins, sor."
"Thank you, Dan. Give me her address."
"Number one eighty-five Madison Avenue, Noo Yorrk City," Dirty Dan replied promptly. "More I do not know. Am I on the pay-roll agin?"
"You bet! I'll pick out a good job for you as soon as I find time to think about it."