He was very rich, and was found dead in his apartments at the Waldron--evidently killed by a burglar." "Did they get the fellow ?" "No, there was no clue; the case is probably forgotten by this time.
Let's speak about something else--I hate to talk shop." Miss La Rue stood up, and shook out her skirt.
"That's what I say; and it seems to me it would be more social if we had something to drink.

You ain't too nice to partake of a cocktail, are you?
Good! Then we'll have one.

What's the hotelkeeper's name ?" "Timmons." "Do you suppose he'd come up if I pounded on the floor ?" Miss Donovan slipped off the bed.
"I don't believe he is in the office.

He went up the street just before dark.

You light the lamp while I'll see if I can find the Chinaman out in the hall." She closed the door behind her, strode noisily down the hall, then silently and swiftly retraced her steps and stooped silently down to where a crack yawned in the lower panel.