"Yes. I keep house for him."
"Will he be home tonight?"
"Oh, yes."
"Good." Carter mused a second. Then he added quickly, "I'll go uptown and get my stuff and bring it down."
Jane walked with him to the door. He shook hands with her, donned his hat and was off. Two minutes later she wondered if it were all a dream; if she really had rented the room so quickly and to such a tall, handsome if somewhat sinister looking young man. She wondered who he was and where he had come from. If he were perhaps some millionaire's son preparing to hide out from his family. Or even, horrors, a criminal. Maybe she should have asked for references. Well, when he returned she would discreetly question him about himself. Meantime she had the precious twenty dollars. What if it were counterfeit! She inspected it minutely. Then decided she was acting silly and went quickly back to her job of peeling potatoes for dinner.
Meantime Carter had walked down the block to his waiting taxi. The street was nearly empty, as he noted with satisfaction. He gave the young driver a destination that made that worthy prick up his ears and gaze curiously at his fare. The chauffeur whirled his car around and started in the direction of the East River. Arrived a block from the water, he turned south a few blocks into a shabby tenement district and pulled up in front of a disreputable looking wooden structure next door to a lumber yard. A board over the entrance was
