"I presume you leave this in my care?" he asked shortly.

Cavendish shook his head: "I think not. I prefer holding it myself in
case it is needed suddenly. I shall keep my rooms, and my man Valois
will remain there indefinitely. Now as to your charges."

A nominal sum was named and paid, after which Cavendish rose, picked up
his hat and stick and turned to Enright.

"You have obliged me greatly," he smiled, "and, of course, the
transaction will be considered as strictly confidential." And then
seeing Enright's nod bade him a courteous "Good night."

The attorney watched him disappear. Suddenly he struck the table with
one hand.

"By God!" he muttered, "I'll have to see this thing a little further."

Wheeling suddenly, he walked to a telephone booth, called a number and
waited impatiently several moments before he said in intense subdued
tones: "Is this Carlton's Café? Give me Jackson, the head-waiter.
Jackson, is Mr. Cavendish--John Cavendish--there? Good! Call him to
the phone will you, Jackson? It's important."




CHAPTER II: THE BODY ON THE FLOOR