"He boards at 305 West Twelfth Street, and rooms at Hudson and Morton streets," was the answer.
"Thank you, my dear. And now I must really say good-day," and almost before the girl could repeat the words of leave-taking the great detective was gone.
[CHAPTER XVII.]
JIM TAYLOR IS ARRESTED.
Old Spicer had hardly left the building when he was joined by Killett.
"Thank fortune you are here!" he exclaimed in a tone of relief. "There are three places that must be shadowed instantly.
"What places are they?" asked his friend.
"The house I have just left, where Cora Bell makes it her home, the boarding-house No. 305 West Twelfth Street, and the building at the corner of Hudson and Morton streets."
"What is the last?"