“Now, Mr. Redway, you refused to tell me why you went to the street on that last trip down and where you were. Do you still refuse to answer?” “I do.” “A lady visited you in this office this afternoon.” Redway’s face flushed and then grew pale. A cold, desperate gleam came into his gray eyes and his lips closed tightly. “Do you deny that, too?” asked Nick, after Redway showed no intention of replying to the statement of fact. “I do not.” “Who was she?” “That I refuse to tell.” “And the nature of her business here?” “Is my affair solely--and hers.” “Are you sure it was not also Miss Langdon’s affair?” “Quite sure.” “After she went away you and Miss Langdon had a quarrel?” “No, sir, we had not.” “But Miss Langdon’s voice was heard in a highly pitched and exciting key talking to you in here?” “Miss Langdon was mistress of her own voice. I repeat, we had no quarrel.” “What was she saying to you while she was so excited?” “I surely cannot tell you.” “Why?” “It concerned only herself, and she is dead. Her affairs are sacred so far as I am concerned.” “You left the building with your lady visitor?” “Yes.” “Where did you take her?” “To the elevated railroad station.” “Where does she live?” “You will have to get that information from her.” “Have you seen the lady since you left her at the elevated railroad station?” “Mr. Carter, there is no use in your asking me any further questions or of my answering any more.” “Then I presume, Mr. Redway, you are lawyer enough to understand your position,” remarked Nick. “Oh, yes! I must submit to arrest on suspicion. But I have no fears. There is nothing in the case to fix the crime on me.” “Do you know how Miss Langdon died?” “I believe you asked me that question before, and I answered it. I do not.” “Then, till we find out, you will have to submit to detention.” “Imprisoned, you mean. Well, I am ready.” Nick, accompanied by Officer Brown, took Redway to the nearest police justice, where a commitment was sworn out, and Redway was lodged in the Tombs. Before he left the Borden Building, however, Nick questioned the janitor again about the person who went down the stairs shortly after five o’clock. “Are you positive it was Mr. Redway?” “Sure as I live I am.” “No mistaking some one else for him?” “How could I? There’s no one else wears such a sky-blue suit, such a straw hat with a black band or has such a long blonde mustache.” When Nick heard this answer, calling up Redway’s peculiar dress and appearance, he couldn’t doubt the janitor’s word. Then he got the address of the elevator boy, and turned the case over to the coroner with this personal request: “Postpone your inquest from day to day, until I have had a little more time to look into this affair.” Redway once safely in the Tombs, Nick went straight to the home of the elevator boy. He found the lad at supper, and knew the news of the tragedy in the Borden Building could not yet have reached him.