connection, and before the connection was made she hung up the receiver
with a smile, for she had distinctly heard the sound of a man's
breathing over the line, and she knew that in all probability O'Donnell
had tapped in immediately on learning that she had been released from
jail.

That evening she attended a local motion-picture theater which she often
frequented. It was one of those small affairs, the width of a city
block, with a narrow aisle running down either side and all emergency
exit upon the alley at the far end of each aisle. The theater was
darkened when she entered and, a quick glance apprizing her that no one
followed her in immediately, she continued on down one of the side
aisles and passed through the doorway into the alley.

Five minutes later she was in a telephone-booth in a drug-store two
blocks away.

"Is this Feinheimer's?" she asked after she had got her connection. "I
want to talk to Carl." She asked for Carl because she knew that this man
who had been head-waiter at Feinheimer's for years would know her voice.

"Is that you, Carl?" she asked as a man's voice finally answered the
telephone. "This is Little Eva."

"Oh, hello!" said the man. "I thought you were over at the county jail."

"I was released to-day," she explained. "Well, listen, Carl; I've got
to see the Lizard. I've simply got to see him to-night. I was being
shadowed, but I got away from them. Do you know where he is?"