"
The girl knew that Harleston was on intimate terms with the State
Department, and with the police, and she answered at once.
"Save only yours, not a single in or out call has been registered since
twelve fifty-two when apartment No. 401 was connected for a short
while."
"Who has No. 401?"
"A Mr. and Mrs. Chartrand. It's one of the transient apartments; and
they have occupied it only a few days."
"You didn't by any chance overhear--"
"The conversation?" she laughed. "Sure, I heard it; anything to put in
the time during the night. It was very brief, however; something about
him being here, and to meet him at ten in the morning."
"Who were talking?"
"Mrs. Chartrand and a man--at least I took it to be Mrs. Chartrand; it
was a woman's voice."
"Did they mention where they were to meet, or the name of the man?"
"No. The very vagueness of the talk made its impression on me at that
time of night. In the daytime, I would not have even listened."
"I understand," said Harleston. "Call me up, will you, if there are any
developments as to the men I've described--or the conversation.
Meanwhile, Miss Williams, not a word."
"Not a word, Mr. Harleston--and thank you."
"What for?"
"For treating me as a human being.
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