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In it were a man and a girl as well as a chauffeur who wore
goggles and a cap pulled down over his head so that he was
practically unrecognisable. The girl might have been Miss Curtis
and, as for the man, it might have been Clendenin. No one had
bothered much with them; no one had taken their number; no one had
paid any attention where they went after the ferry landed. In
fact, there would have been no significance to the report if it
had not been learned that early in the morning on the first ferry
from the lower end of the island to New Jersey a large red touring
car answering about the same description had crossed, with a
single man and driver but no woman.
"I should like to watch here with you to-night, O'Connor," said
Craig as we parted. "Meet us here. In the meantime I shall call on
Jameson with his well-known newspaper connections in the white
light district," here he gave me a half facetious wink, "to see
what he can do toward getting me admitted to this gilded palace of
dope up there on Forty-fourth Street.


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