"Went out with a lady at quarter to five."
Willy Cameron took a step or two toward the cage.
"You don't happen to be lying, I suppose?"
"No, sir!" said Sam. "I'll take you up to look, if you like. And
about an hour ago he sent a boy here with a note, to get some of
his clothes. The young lady at the desk was out at the movies at
the time."
"I was getting my supper, Sam."
Willy Cameron had gone very white.
"Did the boy say where he was taking the things?"
"To the Saint Elmo Hotel, sir."
On the street again Willy Cameron took himself fiercely in hand.
There were a half-dozen reasons why Akers might go to the Saint
Elmo. He might, for one thing, have thought that he, Cameron,
would go back to the Benedict. He might be hiding from Dan, or
from reporters. But there had been, apparently, no attempt to
keep his new quarters secret. If Lily was at the Saint Elmo--
He found a taxicab, and as it drew up at the curb before the
hotel he saw the Cardew car moving away. It gave him his first
real breath for twenty minutes. Lily was not there.
But Louis Akers was. He got his room number from a clerk and
went up, still determinedly holding on to himself.
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