Retracing his steps, he quickly crossed the avenue and then slowly approached the couple, sauntering by them. He then saw the woman’s face distinctly--her large, lustrous eyes, glowing darkly through the meshes of her veil; her attractive features and clear, velvety complexion; her finely formed mouth and rounded chin--a strikingly handsome face, of that type and character for which men sometimes lose their heads. “Great guns!” Danny muttered. “It’s Kate Crandall, that fly beauty who figured in the Maybrick case. She tried to throw down the church rector because he would not marry her. She must have found an easier way to get money and plenty of it, if fine feathers cut any ice.” Danny paused in the broad main entrance to the house and furtively watched the couple. He had tried in vain to catch a word or two of their conversation. He now saw the man show Kate Crandall the memorandum made on his letter, and he rightly inferred that they were talking about the touring car and its owner. Presently, parting abruptly, the man hailed a taxicab and rode away, while Kate Crandall quickly approached the front entrance to the house. Danny as quickly withdrew to the office, where he began an examination of the register. Kate Crandall entered and approached the counter, speaking to the clerk. “If Ralph Sheldon comes in, Tom, send him up to my suite, will you?” she said familiarly. “Certainly,” replied the clerk. “Does that go until evening?” “It goes until he shows up,” replied Kate, with significant emphasis. “I will be at home all of this evening.” “I’ll keep him in mind.” “Thanks.” Kate turned quickly away and entered the elevator. Danny decided that he had picked up all that was coming to him, and he started for home. It was nearly six o’clock when he entered the house, and found Nick in his business office with his two chief assistants, Chick Carter and Patsy Garvan. On the office table lay the several articles Nick had obtained from Doctor Lyons, which he was just beginning to examine, already having told Chick and Patsy about the case as thus far set forth. It took Danny only a few minutes to report what he had seen and heard, and it was very nearly in line with what Nick had expected. “Good work, Danny, very good work,” he said approvingly. “It will help some, my lad, even more than you imagine. I have left the car at the curbing. Take charge of it, please.” “Sure thing, Mr. Carter,” cried Danny, glad to feel that he had been of service. “So Kate Crandall is at the Ashburton Chambers, eh?” remarked Nick, with thoughtful frown, “I have wondered what became of her after that Maybrick affair. She is about as attractive a woman as one often meets, but she has an infernally evil streak in her.” “You think she figures in this affair?” Chick inquired.