meet this afternoon; the unknown who left the Collingwood so
mysteriously; and the one of the photograph. If the other two are as
lovely as she of the photograph they are some trio. I shouldn't care for
the latter lady to tempt me overlong."

"Wise man!" Harleston remarked, as he arose to go. "I'll advise you
after the interview. Meanwhile you might have the cabby look at the
fellow in durance at the Collingwood. Possibly he has seen him before;
which may give us a lead--if we find we want a lead."

The telephone buzzed; Ranleigh answered it--then raised his hand to
Harleston to remain. After a moment, he motioned for Harleston to come
closer and held the receiver so that both could hear.

"I can see you at three o'clock," Ranleigh said.

"Three o'clock will be very nice," came a feminine voice--soft, with a
bit of a drawl.

"Very well," Ranleigh replied. "If you will give me your name--I missed
it. Whom am I to expect at three?"

"Mrs. Winton, of the Burlingame apartments. I'll be punctual--and thank
you so much. Good-bye!"

"Anything familiar about the voice?" Ranleigh asked, pushing back the
instrument.

Harleston shook his head in negation.