CHAPTER XI
THE BREAKERS
The east dining-room was almost empty now, though the lobby and the café beyond still swarmed with people arriving and departing. Brandes, chafing at the telephone, had finally succeeded in getting Stull on the wire, only to learn that the news from Saratoga was not agreeable; that they had lost on every horse. Also, Stull had another disquieting item to detail; it seemed that Maxy Venem had been seen that morning in the act of departing for New York on the fast express; and with him was a woman resembling Brandes’ wife.
“Who saw her?” demanded Brandes.
“Doc. He didn’t get a good square look at her. You know the hats women wear.”
“All right. I’m off, Ben. Good-bye.”
The haunting uneasiness which had driven him to the telephone persisted when he came out of the booth. He cast a slow, almost sleepy glance around him, saw no familiar face in the thronged lobby, then he looked at his watch.
The car had been ordered for ten; it lacked half an hour of the time; he wished he had ordered the car earlier.