I kept my eye on the vestibule until 5:35 p.m. , when she came out, walked to the Sutter Street car line, returned to the Montgomery, and went to her room.
I called up the Old Man—the Continental Detective Agency’s San Francisco manager—and asked him to detail an operative to learn who and what were the occupants of the Laguna Street flat.
That night Mrs. Estep ate dinner at her hotel, and went to a show afterward, and she displayed no interest in possible shadowers. She went to her room at a little after eleven, and I knocked off for the day.