"I'm very grateful, gentlemen, for your assistance. Pleasant
dreams."
Shirley abstractedly walked out of the studio, one hand
comfortably in his overcoat pocket, swinging the grip in the
other.
"Say, Lou," confided the manager, "he's the craziest guy I've
ever seen in the movies. And that's going some, after ten years
of it."
Lou treated himself to a generous bite of plug tobacco, and spat
philosophically, before replying.
"Sure, he's crazy. Crazy, like the grandfather of all foxes!"
CHAPTER VII
ENTER A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
A reddening zone in the East silhouetted the serrated line of the
distant elevated structure, as Shirley walked along the gray
street, his thoughts busy with the possibilities of applying his
new certainty.
He had reached Sixth Avenue, and was just passing one of the
elevated pillars when a black touring car crept up behind him.
The clanging bell and the grinding motors of an early surface car
drowned the sound of the automobile in his rear.
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