"Don't take the elevators in this corridor, they're in plain sight.

There are elevators just around the corner.

Take them; they're safer.

Good-bye, Larry--and, oh, Larry, don't ever take such a risk again!" With that she pushed him out and closed the door.
Larry followed her instructions about the elevator; he used the same precautions in leaving that he had used in coming, and twenty minutes later he was back in his room in the Sherwood apartment.

For an hour or more he sat motionless--thinking--thinking: asking himself questions, but in his tumultuous state of mind and emotions not able to keep to a question long enough to reason out its possible answer.
Just what was that game in which Maggie was involved ?--a game which required that Grantham setting, that eminently respectable companion, and Maggie's accouterment as a young lady of obvious wealth.
Whose was that vaguely familiar second voice ?--that voice which he still could not place.
But what he thought about most of all was something very different.