After a talk on that momentous question, and when George Stratton held her hand and said good-bye, she asked him—
"When do you go to Chicago?"
"Madam," he said, "I leave for Chicago the moment I find out who poisoned William Brenton."
She answered sadly—
"You may remain a long time in Cincinnati."
"In some respects," said Stratton, "I like Cincinnati better than Chicago."
"You are the first Chicago man I ever heard say that," she replied.
"Ah, that was because they did not know Cincinnati as I do."
"I suppose you must have seen a great deal of the town, but I must confess that from now on I should be very glad if I never saw Cincinnati again. I would like to consult with you," she continued, "about the best way of solving this mystery. I have been thinking of engaging some of the best detectives I can get. I suppose New York would be the place."
"No; Chicago," answered the young man.