him, say that it is just a matter of routine. As a matter of fact, in his case, it probably is. Then show him up to the room that Dr. Worth is occupying for the night.”
“Yes, sir.”
“From Dr. Worth’s room he will be taken down to Mr. Endicott’s room and will stay there until morning.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I want you to tip the men off on guard down here that I want it known I am going home until tomorrow. Tell Mr. Hollander that if he asks to see me. I am leaving the house now and may be gone for a couple of hours, more or less. Then I’m coming back. I’ll rap on this door here, and you let me in.”
“Yes, sir.”
“There’s probably a lounge or something in that room there just off this hall. I’ll spend the night on it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What is the name of the gentleman who is coming?”
“Thomas Hollander, Lieutenant.”
“Good.”
Lieutenant Valcour went outside. The normal orderliness of life returned comfortingly with the first deep breaths of cold night air. He walked the short half block to Fifth Avenue and hailed a taxi. He got in. He gave the driver, through the half-opened window in front, the Riverside Drive address of Marge Myles.