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Updated: May 14, 2025
He liked to know his quarry by sight, and conduct the hunt in a proper manner. And so he rejoiced, that now he was following a person he believed to be interested in some way in the Shepley case. The limousine went up Fifth Avenue toward Central Park, and the taxicab with Jim Farland inside followed half a block behind.
She asked me to get a taxicab and drive her through the Park. I did it. She begged me to leave New York and remain away, and said that my enemies might not be so harsh if I did. I tried to get her to explain, and she insisted that I knew all there was to know. She left the taxicab and walked to her home." "I'll have to investigate that girl more thoroughly," Farland said.
"If he don't get busy pretty quick, I'll tackle it myself. I've got an idea " The ringing of the telephone bell cut his sentence off. Sidney Prale was near the instrument, and he answered the call. "Mr. Prale?" asked a man's voice. "Talking." "I just wanted to inform you that you needn't depend on Detective Jim Farland any more. We've got him and we'll get anybody else you engage.
He fortified himself with another cup of coffee, got into the taxicab again, and started downtown. He was smoking one of his big, black cigars, puffing at it as if in deep contentment, not looking at all like a man who had been kept a prisoner a night and a day, and had been busy since that experience. The taxicab stopped before an office building, as Jim Farland had ordered.
Is there any way in which I can get you to stop your work for him?" "Meaning against his influential enemies, or on the Rufus Shepley murder case?" Farland asked. "We simply want you to stop working for him. If he stands alone, we can punish him the sooner." "I understand about that, of course. But how about the murder case? Do you think Sid Prale is guilty of that crime?" Farland asked.
I trailed him myself and met him on Fifth Avenue, and tried to get him to go away, and afterward denied that I had seen him at all, for he was accused of the murder of Rufus Shepley." "Which was your deed!" Farland put in. "Go ahead tell it all. Let us see whether you were clever or merely an amateur at crime." "Oh, I was clever enough!" Lerton boasted.
Get a good sleep, and in the morning Marie can take you out in the Park." Jim Farland could hear the old man mutter some reply, and then there reached his ears the squeaking of a wheel chair being rolled across the floor. He remained for a time standing against the wall, listening. He decided that those in the Gilbert apartment were preparing to retire.
Farland agreed, and made the engagement for an hour and a half later, saying that he could not get there before that time. It would not be the first time that Jim Farland had obtained an important clew because somebody interested had grown disgruntled and had turned against his pals; and he supposed this to be a case of that sort.
Farland decided that he would give Lerton a chance to attend to the morning mail and pressing matters of business, before seeking an interview. Finally, Farland threw the stub of the cigar away, turned into the entrance of the building once more, and walked briskly to the elevator. He shot up to the tenth floor, went down the hall, and entered the reception room of the Lerton offices.
There he found the lane, and near the end of it was a powerful roadster, its engine dead and its lights extinguished. Farland listened a moment, then went forward and examined the machine. He knew the model, and he was an excellent driver. Once more he stopped to listen. Then he sprang behind the wheel and operated the starter.
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