Part 45 (1/2)

Not until about to re-enter the car did he relected to secure Bayard's address from the butler But he wouldn't turn back; it could be ascertained elsewhere; Peter Kenny would either know it or knohere to get it

To Peter's rooms he must of necessity return first of all; for it would not o up and down and to and fro upon Manhattan Island in a black silk dress-coat and flae was i back into his seat

It was now clear daylight: aover a Town o, withbriskly to the day's work, soht's

Over all brooded still that effect of illusion: this n city into whose streets he was adventuring for the first ti in his eyes

P Sybarite hier rubbed an over-night growth of stubble upon his chin

”Wait,” he told the driver, on alighting at the Monastery; ”I' you”

Money passed between theh to render his wishes inviolable

A dull-eyed hallboy recognised and let hi him on to the elevator; but as that last was on the point of taking flight to Peter Kenny's door, it hesitated; and the operator, with his hand on the half-closed gate, shot it open again instead of shut

A Western Unionadmitted at the street door The colloquy there was distinctly audible:

”Mr Bayard Shaynon?”

”'Leventh floor Hurry up--don't keep the elevator waitin'”

”Ah--ferget it!”

Whistling softly, the e; fixed the operator with a truculent stare, and demanded the eleventh floor

Now Peter Kenny's roora endorsement in ink, ”_Mr Bayard Shaynon, Monastery Apartments_,” was for several moments within two feet of P Sybarite's nose

It was, indeed, anything but easy to keep fro hi artfully to split a whistle into two equal portions--and favour to none), and ate of the elevator could close

Iht not have with the disappearance of Marian Blessington, what a flood of light it ue!

Indeed, the speculations this circumstance set awhirl in P Sybarite's weary head were so ether to be surprised or gratified by the favour of _Kismet_ which had caused their paths to cross at precisely that instant, as if solely that he ht be informed of Bayard Shaynon's abode

”What door?” dee at the eleventh floor

”Right across the hall”

The gate clanged, the cageno direction: for Peter Kenny's door was immediately above Bayard Shaynon's

As he touched the bell-button for the benefit of the elevator ruhafter the elevator had dropped back to the eleventh floor

And presently the voice of Western Union was lifted in sour expostulation:

”Sa-ay, whatcha s'pose 's th' in'

haffanour!”