“And apparently the attention of the police has been called to some features of the case.” Webster looked at his friend for a moment and then added. “What are you going to do now?” “Perhaps to see Moritze & Co.’s local representative, in the morning, would do some good. But, first, I think we may get a little information from our friend across the way.” They descended the steps and crossed the street toward the policeman. The man regarded them with attention, his thumbs in his belt and his legs very wide apart. “How do you do?” spoke Kenyon, in a fraternal tone. “How are you?” answered the man. “Is this street part of your beat?” “It is all of it, just now.” “Ah, indeed.” By this time the policeman seemed to have made up his mind about them. “Reporters?” asked he. “Something like that. I understand that you had quite an exciting time of it hereabouts last night.” “Yes; but say, how did the papers get it? The captain said the matter was to be kept quiet.” Kenyon laughed carelessly. “Oh, the papers have many surprising little ways of getting information. Now, the body that was carried out of 98, for instance. Nothing has been heard of it?” “No; and it has a nasty look. It’s the kind of thing that we police don’t like. The detective department has it now.” “Nothing is known of the people who occupied the house, then?” “Not a thing. They rented it furnished for a term and paid the money down. They gave the name of Farbush.” The two young men exchanged swift glances; the policeman noticed the looks: “Do you know anyone of that name?” “I fancy I have heard it before,” replied Kenyon. “Well, I suppose you are not giving anything away,” grumbled the man. “The afternoon papers will be driving the police out of business for good if they keep on the way they are going.” “Don’t be discouraged,” said Kenyon, with a laugh. “You see, they don’t know so much after all. They only appear to. For example now, we don’t know where the man was sent who was knocked out just about here last night.” The policeman laughed, shortly. “The _man_?” repeated he. Kenyon caught the inflection. “Why, it wasn’t a woman, surely,” said he. “I guess you’re right about the papers not being on to so much,” grinned the policeman. “But you’ll have to call up Bellevue if you want any information. As I said to start with, this thing is supposed to be kept rather quiet; and I think I’ve done too much talking as it is.” As they walked down the street Webster said thoughtfully: “The complications seem to pile up, don’t they?” “Amazingly. And with every lap the track gets heavier. I think the best thing that we can do is to pay a visit to Bellevue and have a talk with someone there who can give us definite information.” There was something in the speaker’s tone that made his friend look at him quickly. “Don’t let the matter get on your nerves, old boy,” warned Webster. “You’ll only put yourself in a daze; and then you’ll never get to the bottom of it.”