"If I only had some word from Helene Marigold I could go ahead
before they realized my knowledge."
Even as this thought crossed his mind, he turned back into Sixth
Avenue. A hatless, breathless young person, running down the
snowy street collided with him. As he began to apologize, he
awoke to the startling fact that it was his assistant.
"Great Scott! What are you doing here? Where have you been all
this time?"
The girl caught his arm unsteadily, but there was a triumph in
her voice, as she cried: "Oh, this wonderful chance meeting. I
was running down to my hotel but you have saved the day. I will
tell you later. Quick, take this book."
She drew forth a volume, flexibly bound, like a small loose-leaf
ledger. Shirley stuck it into his overcoat pocket, which he was
already slipping about the girl's shivering shoulders.
"Take me back at once, for there is more for me to do."
"Where, my dear girl? You are indeed the lady of mysteries."
"To the basement of Warren's apartment house.
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