Adventure stories; Detective and mystery stories; Missing persons -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
I laughed at the reference to Larry. “Sounds all right to me,” I
answered, “if you can get the room. They’re pretty hard to find
nowadays. But that building I’m in seems to have quite a number of
bachelor apartments. I don’t see that your being in the same building
would connect us any, unless we blew into each other’s rooms when some
one was watching. That private wire sounds good, but I don’t see how
we’re going to lay it where it won’t be seen, or without being seen
doing it.”
“Do it at night. That’s easy enough. But we will have to dope out some
way so that it won’t be found, except on the wildest of bad luck. Of
course they’re always making repairs and putting in telephones in
those apartment houses, and we’ll have to watch out for that.”
“Did the Chief mention any particular sets in New York that he wanted
us to go for? There are so many thousands of cliques and social groups
that we might wander around for years without striking the right one.
And then we might not know it for the right one if we saw it.”
“No. He left it pretty much up to us. But he did suggest leaning
toward the faster semi-Bohemian sets as being more likely to indulge
in drugs.”
Moore paused a moment. “Anyhow, Clayton, that’s the gist of it. Work
all your introductions for all you’re worth. I thought at first that
it might be well for you to change your name and begin all over again,
on account of the gang knowing that you had lost your sister, and
therefore suspecting you of being still on their trail. But that would
mean giving up all your introductions and losing a lot of time, and
also the possibility of running into people that you’d known before,
which would make complications. So the Chief decided that it would be
better to run the risk of their suspicion, because your principal
value in the search is your actual and potential social _entrée_.”
“Did he map out any particular attitude he wanted me to take—sort of
character line?”
“No. But he thought you might let it escape you that you had given up
all hope of finding your sister, and that you were broken by it and
letting yourself go to the dogs as the easiest way out. That would
serve your ends both ways. For taking to drugs would be the most
natural thing in the world for a man in your position, and before you
could do that, you would have to get hold of the drugs. So that gives
you a line to work on.”
“Pretty smart of the Chief, I think.”
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