here was little boxes, like stalls, right up at a counter, and
all with doors on them. People went into these, and then nobody could
see who they were. Mr. Quigley would stand back of the counter and talk
to them; you could see _him_, all right, and the safe where he keeps his
money and watches and things. There was a good many people went in--some
of them ladies--and I thought I'd get a sore eye from peeping through
the keyhole; but there wasn't anybody," to Ashton-Kirk, "like the one
you told me about."

"You are sure?" asked the investigator.

"Now wait!" begged Danny, who had no desire to spoil the effect of his
story by over-haste. "At noon time the waiter from the lunch place came
up and handed me in the eats you said he would. While I was feeding
myself, I stood up close, to the door so's I could hear if any one
stopped at the shop across the way. If they didn't, then I didn't have
to peep."

"A good idea," approved Ashton-Kirk.

"So that's what I done after that," said Danny. "When I heard anybody
open Quigley's door I looked out to see if it was the lady you wanted.
After a while I heard somebody walk down the hall and stop outside my
door. They didn't go in at the diamond place, and they didn't go on
along down the hall, so I peeped to see who it was. I knowed it would be
a man, because he walked so heavy.

"But he stood so close up to my door that I could see only a piece of
his back; after a bit, though, he got across the hall, and I had a good
shot at him; he was kind of bent over and was looking into Quigley's,
too. While he was there I heard somebody else coming, and this time it
was a lady, because she came click-click-click like ladies do with their
high heels. And as soon as he heard the noise, the man at the door of
the diamond place beat it along the hall in a hurry. And then the lady
went into Quigley's."

"What sort of a lady?" asked Ashton-Kirk.

"I don't know," replied Danny, apologetically. "She had a veil on that
covered over her face; but she was a young lady; I could see that by her
dress and her shoes and her hat. She went into one of the little stalls,
and Mr. Quigley commenced to talk to her. And then the man who had been
looking in at the door came back and began to look in again, only this
time he seemed like he was excited about something. He was afraid to
stand up and look straight in like he did before; he only peeped in at
one edge, and so I could see in, too. After Mr. Quigl