one got into the room from either
side."

"Impossible," said the manager.

Here Mr. Thomas Colvin McIntyre arrived with a flushed face.

"You are right, Average," he said. "The same man had reserved rooms at
the Nederstrom for Telfik Bey."

"What's the location?"

"Tenth floor; north side. He had insisted on both details. Nos. 1015,
1017."

"What neighbors?"

"Bond salesman on one side, Reverend and Mrs. Salisbury, of Wilmington,
on the other."

"Um-m-m. What across the street?"

"How should I know? You didn't tell me to ask."

"It's the Glenargan office building, just opened, Mr. Jones,"
volunteered the manager.

Average Jones turned again to the window, closed it and fastened his
handkerchief in the catch. "Leave that there," he directed the manager.
"Don't let any one into this room. I'm off."

Stopping to telephone, Average Jones ascertained that there were no
vacant offices on the tenth floor, south side of the Glenargan apartment
building, facing the Nederstrom Hotel. The last one had been let two
weeks before to--this he ascertained by judicious questioning--a
dark, foreign gentleman who was an expert on rugs. Well satisfied, the
investigator crossed over to the skyscraper across from the Palatia.
There he demanded of the superintendent a single office on the third
floor, facing north. He was taken to a clean and vacant room. One glance
out of the window showed him his handkerchief, not opposite, but well to
the west.

"Too near Fifth Avenue," he said. "I don't like the roar of the
traffic."

"There's one other room on this floor, farther along," said the
superintendent, "but it isn't in order. Mr. Perkins' time isn't up till
day after tomorrow, and his things are there yet. He told the janitor,
though, that he was leaving town and wouldn't bother to take away the
things. They aren't worth much. Here's the place."

They entered the office. In it were only a desk, two chairs and a scrap
basket. The basket was crammed with newspapers. One of them was the
Hotel Register. Average Jones found Telfik Bey's name, as he had
expected, in its roster.

"I'll give fifty dollars for the furniture as it stands."

"Glad to get it," was the prompt response. "Will you want anything else,
now?"

"Yes. Send the janitor here."

That worthy, upon receipt of a considerable benefaction, expressed
himself ready to serve the new tenant to the best of his ability.

"Do you know when Mr. Perkins left the build