He did not go to the Borden Building this time, but to that one across the street, in which was the office out of whose window he was convinced the strange woman had seen the tragedy as it occurred in the office of Bridgely & Byke. The building was locked up for the night, but Nick had no trouble in finding the janitor, who lived in one of the upper rooms, but who at that hour was on the street discussing with his acquaintances the tragedy of the Borden Building. Oh, yes! He--the janitor--knew whose offices were exactly opposite Bridgely & Byke’s--they belonged to Lawyer John Woodford. With Lawyer John Woodford’s address in his possession, obtained from the directory, Nick started uptown in search of him. He found the lawyer at home, and was pleasantly received. Nick inquired about a lady, whom he believed had been in Mr. Woodford’s office that afternoon about five o’clock, but of whom he had lost all trace soon after. Yes, Mr. Woodford admitted that a woman had called to see him about that hour. He was out at the time, and his office boy asked her to sit down and wait. She did wait for a little while, when, without saying a word, she passed hastily out of the office, almost running as she went. He had come in a few minutes later when the boy related the circumstance to him. He had no means of knowing whether he had ever seen the lady or not, or of knowing who she was. She left no name; indeed, left nothing to identify her but a glove. Here the lawyer pulled a lady’s kid glove from his pocket and held it up before Nick’s eyes. “She left this behind in her unceremonious departure,” the lawyer said. Nick recognized it at once as the mate to the glove which was found partly on the hand of the dead girl. With some reluctance, and apparent misgivings as to the policy, Lawyer Woodford permitted Nick to take the glove away with him. As the detective was about to leave, Woodford seemed to recollect something, and said: “Oh, by the way, perhaps I know who can tell you more about that lady!” “Indeed?” “Yes. My boy told me that she had scarcely disappeared down the stairs--she didn’t wait for the elevator--when Mr. Redway, of the firm of Bridgely & Byke, stepped off the elevator, and inquired for the lady. He seemed much disappointed when told she was gone.” This was intensely interesting news to Nick. “Did Redway follow her?” inquired Nick. “Why, no. The stupid boy did not tell him she walked or ran downstairs, else he might have followed her. Do you know, I think she was trying to avoid Redway. I’d advise you to see Redway.” Again Nick examined the directory. This time he looked for the name “Oscar Gay,” but didn’t find it. The name was not in the New York Directory for the current year. He then turned to the Brooklyn Directory, and found the name, with the address, on Brooklyn Heights. It didn’t take him long to go over to the place, which he found was a middle-class boarding-house.