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"You see, Miss Ashton," explained Carton, "someone has placed a detectaphone in the private dining-room of Dorgan at Gastron's. I heard of it first through Mrs. Ogleby, who attended one of the dinners and was terribly afraid her name would be connected with them if the record should ever be published." "Mrs. Ogleby?" cried Miss Ashton quickly. "She at a dinner with Mr. Murtha?
It seemed to speak of a new era in politics when things were to be done in the open instead of at secret meetings and scandalous dinners, as Dorgan did them at Gastron's. Maps of the city were hanging on the walls, some stuck full of various coloured pins, denoting the condition of the canvass.
"You know, I suppose," he whispered rather hoarsely above the rumble and roar of the train, but so as not to be overheard, "that Dorgan always has kept a suite of rooms at Gastron's, on Fifth Avenue, for dinners and conferences." I nodded. Some of the things that must have gone on in the secret suite in the fashionable restaurant I knew would make interesting reading, if the walls had ears.
Just about the same time a young man, who posed as a student in electrical engineering at some school uptown, left. It must have been he who installed the detectaphone perhaps with the aid of a waiter in Gastron's. At any rate, she seems to have been alone in the boarding-house that is, I mean, not acquainted with any of the other guests during the time when she was taking down the record.
It goes from Wall Street to gangland, from Gastron's down to the underworld gambling joints of Dopey Jack and the rest." "Society gambling," mused Miss Ashton, taking out her notebook again. "That reminds me of Martin Ogleby. I must see Mary and try to warn her against some of those sporty friends of her husband's."
"Well, then," I put in hastily, "can't you approach him or someone close to him, and get " "Say," interrupted Carton, "anything that took place in that private dining-room at Gastron's would be just as likely to incriminate Langhorne and some of his crowd as not. It is a difference in degree of graft that is all. They don't want an open fight. It was just a piece of finesse on Langhorne's part.
Kennedy answered the call himself, but the conversation was brief and, to me, unenlightening, until he hung up the receiver. "Dorgan the Boss," he exclaimed, "has just found a detectaphone in his private dining-room at Gastron's." At once I saw the importance of the news and for the moment it obscured even the case of Betty Blackwell.
With Murtha out of the way there is one less to gossip about what went on at Gastron's that night of the dinner." He said nothing and just then Kennedy straightened up, as though he had finished his examination. We hurried over to him. I thought the look on Craig's face was peculiar. "What is it what did you find?" both Carton and I asked. Kennedy did not answer immediately.
Since the discovery of the detectaphone in his suite at Gastron's he had had his rooms thoroughly overhauled, lest by any chance there might be another of the magic little instruments concealed in the very walls, and having satisfied himself that there was not, he instituted a watch of private detectives to prevent a repetition of the unfortunate incident.
"Why," she replied nervously, "there was a big dinner last night which Mr. Dorgan gave at Gastron's. Mr. Murtha took me and oh there were lots of others " She stopped suddenly. "Yes," prompted Kennedy. "Who else was there?" She was on her guard, however.
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