he didn't know why somebody else in the blankety-blank Louse couldn't have heard it. He wouldn't get to sleep until noon.
As he was palpably asleep on his feet, I left him grumbling and went to the telephone. It proved to be Richey, who had found me by the simple expedient of tracing Alison, and he was jubilant.
"You'll have to come back," he said. "Got a railroad schedule there?"
"I don't sleep with one in my pocket," I retorted, "but if you'll hold the line I'll call out the window to Johnson. He's probably got one."
"Johnson!" I could hear the laugh with which McKnight comprehended the situation. He was still chuckling when I came back.
"Train to Richmond at six-thirty a. m.," I said. "What time is it now?"
"Four. Listen, Lollie. We've got him. Do you hear? Through the woman at Baltimore. Then—the other woman, the lady of the restaurant"—he was obviously avoiding names—"she is playing our cards for us. No—I don't know why, and I don't care. But you be at the Incu-
