He slept soundly that night, and the following morning dropped in on Leverage. The Chief of Police had a little information--with all of which Carroll was already familiar. He told Carroll that Lawrence had been in Nashville and that he had checked out of the Hermitage hotel in time to catch the four o'clock train on the afternoon preceding the murder. Carroll satisfied Leverage by accepting it as information, made sure that nothing else of importance had developed, requested Leverage to ask the Nashville police to determine whether Lawrence had been seen in Nashville after 4:30 p.m.--if necessary to send one of his own men there--and left headquarters. He made his way directly to a public telephone booth. He telephoned the Lawrence home and asked for Evelyn Rogers. A maid answered and informed him that Evelyn had left home fifteen minutes previously. "Any idea where she was going?" questioned Carroll. The answer came promptly: it mentioned the city's leading department store--"she's gone there to get a beauty treatment," vouchsafed the maid. Carroll was not a little chagrined. Evelyn Rogers had put him in more hopeless positions in their brief acquaintanceship than he had experienced in years. There was his call upon her the previous night with its role of dual entertainer to the young lady with a nineteen-year-old college freshman. And now a vigil outside a beauty parlor. But he went grimly to work. He located the beauty parlor on the third floor of the giant store, and paced determinedly back and forth before its doors. A half hour passed; an hour--two hours. He concluded that Evelyn must be purchasing her beauty in job lots. When two hours and thirty-five minutes had elapsed Evelyn emerged--and Carroll groaned. With her were three other girls, as chattery, as immature, as Evelyn herself. She swept down upon him in force--tongue wagging at both ends-- "You naughty, _naughty_ man!" she chided. "You abso_lute_ly deserted me last night. Why, I didn't even know that you had gone--until Sis came in and said you had asked her to extend your respects. Good gracious! I almost _died_!" "I'm sorry--really," returned Carroll humbly--"But you seemed so interested in that young man--and I had gotten into an absorbing conversation with your sister and brother-in-law. I'm not used to girls, you know." "Kidder! I think you're simply elegant!" She turned to her giggling friends and introduced them gushingly. Carroll was in misery--a martyr to the cause. But Evelyn would not let him get away. Through her sudden friendship with the great detective, Evelyn was building up a reputation that was destined to survive for years, and she was not one to fail to make the most of her opportunities.