THE PLACE OF PRAYER
Her husband called her on the telephone a few minutes later:
“Fifty-three, Six-twenty-six speaking! Who is this?”
“V-sixty-nine,” replied his young wife happily. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. Is M. H. 2479 there?”
“He is here.”
“Very well. An hour ago I saw Togrul Khan in a limousine and chased him in a taxi. His car got away in the fog but it was possible to make out the number. An empty Cadillac limousine bearing that number is now waiting outside the 44th Street entrance to the Hotel Astor. The doorman will hold it until I finish telephoning. Tell M. H. 2479 to send men to cover this matter——”
“Victor!”
“Be careful! Yes, what is it?”
“I beg you not to stir in this affair until I can join you——”