"Nothing doing! I don't believe there was one--he wouldn't have been likely to egg the police and reporters on to finding her if there had been, would he?
It was a blind, of course.
He worked alone, absolutely alone.

That's the secret of his success, according to my way of thinking.

There was never so much as an indication that he had had an accomplice in anything he ever did." Jimmie Dale's eyes travelled around the club's homelike, perfectly appointed room.

He nodded to a fellow member here and there, then his eyes rested musingly on his guest again.
Carruthers was staring thoughtfully at his coffee cup.
"He was the prince of crooks and the father of originality," announced Carruthers abruptly, following the pause that had ensued.

"Half the time there wasn't any more getting at the motive for the curious things he did, than there was getting at the Gray Seal himself." "Carruthers," said Jimmy Dale, with a quick little nod of approval, "you're positively interesting to-night.