The Senator glanced around in a scared way. Clancy thought for an instant that he meant to dart back into the security of the club. After an irresolute pause, however, he moved somewhat apart from the crowd of sightseers. The two stood together on the curb, and clear of the flood of light pouring through the open doors. Clancy edged after them. He gathered a good deal, not all, of what they said, as both voices were harsh and tinged with excitement. "This very night," the woman was saying. "Bring at least five hundred dollars--If the police.... Says he will confess everything.... Do you get me? This thing can't wait." The Senator did not even try now to conceal his agitation. He looked at the gaping mob, but it was wholly absorbed in the stream of fashionable people pouring out of the club, while the snorting of scores of automobiles created a din which meant comparative safety. "Yes, yes," he muttered. "I understand. I'll do anything in reason. I'll give _you_ the money, and you----" "No. He means seeing you. You need not be afraid. He says you are going to Mr. Van Hofen's yacht at nine o'clock----" "Good Lord!" broke in Meiklejohn, "how can he possibly know that?" Again he peered at the press of onlookers. A dapper little man who stood near was raised on tiptoe and craning his neck to catch a glimpse of a noted beauty who had just appeared. "Oh, pull yourself together!" and there was a touch of scorn in the woman's manner as she reassured this powerfully built man. "Isn't he clever and fertile in device? Haven't the newspapers announced your presence on the _Sans Souci_? And who will stop a steward's tongue from wagging? At any rate, he knows. He will be on the Hudson in a small boat, with one other man. At nine o'clock he will come close to the landing-stage at Eighty-sixth Street. There is a lawn north of the clubhouse, he says. Walk to the end of it and you will find him. You can have a brief talk. Bring the money in an envelope." "On the lawn--at nine!" repeated the Senator in a dazed way. "Yes. What better place could he choose? You see, he is willing to play fair and be discreet. But, quick! I must have your answer. Time is passing. Do you agree?" "What is the alternative?" "Capture, and a mad rage. Then others will share in his downfall." "Very well. I'll be there. I'll not fail him, or you." "He says it's his last request. He has some scheme----" "Ah, his schemes! If only I could hope that this will be the end!" "That is his promise." The woman dropped the conversation abruptly. She darted through the line of cars and made off in the direction of Sixth Avenue. Senator Meiklejohn gazed after her dubiously, but her tall figure was soon lost in the traffic. Then, with bent head, and evidently a prey to harassing thoughts, he crossed Fifth Avenue. Clancy sauntered after him, and saw him enter a block of residential flats in a side street. Then the detective strolled back to the club.