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Updated: June 15, 2025
An hour later, having parted with Detective Jim Farland, Sidney Prale walked slowly up Fifth Avenue, determined to go to his hotel suite and rest for the remainder of the evening. His conversation and short visit with Farland had put him in a better humor. There was no mistaking the quality of Farland's friendship.
I met an old friend, Jim Farland, who used to be on your detective force, and who now runs a private agency." "I know Farland well, and I'll send for him." "I talked with Jim for some time," Prale went on. "I told him, I believe, that I seemed to have enemies working in the dark. I told him about the scene with Shepley." "Um! What did Farland have to say?"
Then he led the way to the middle of the block. "Murk, you remain just outside this gate," he instructed. "If I have good luck, I'll come out with a man, and I may want to take him with us. Be ready to help in case I get in wrong." "Sure thing, sir," Murk said. Prale passed through the gate, went up the walk, and lifted the knocker on the front door.
"Go to the telephone and order breakfast served to us here, Murk," he directed. "What shall I order, sir?" "Order plenty of whatever you like, and tell them to make it double," said Prale. Murk grinned and gave a proper order. Prale was dressed by the time the breakfast was served. He and Murk made a hearty meal. And then Prale lighted his morning cigar and began reading the newspapers.
Starting right in such a maze isn't the easiest thing in the world, you know." For the second time that afternoon, Murk was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone bell, and once more Sidney Prale happened to be near and answered the call. "Send them up at once!" Murk heard him say. And then Sidney Prale hung up the receiver and whirled around with a puzzled expression on his face.
Get any general information you can. Try to keep her from knowing that you are watching her, but if she finds it out drop the chase and get back here, and we'll put another shadow on the job. When you are sure that she has decided to remain in her apartment for the night, report back here to Mr. Prale." "You watch me," Murk said.
Prale signaled a passing taxicab, and they got in. When the cab stopped, it was in a district where some cheap clothing stores remain open until almost midnight. Half an hour later they emerged again. Murk was dressed in a suit which was somber in tone, and which was not at all a bad fit. He was dressed in new clothing from the skin out.
He went out upon the street, made his way down it, and dropped in at another hotel. There he saw Rufus Shepley sitting in an easy-chair, smoking and looking at an evening paper. Well, he knew Shepley, at least. Shepley was only a steamship acquaintance, but he was a human being and could talk. Prale was just a bit tired of confining his conversation to waiters and cigar-store clerks.
"Then you do not wish to be fair?" Prale asked. "I cannot allow you to say that. I will tell the story to you, Mr. Prale, tell exactly what you did as you know very well if that will be any satisfaction to you. But it will do you no good to deny it!" "Tell me!" Sidney Prale said. "This is a painful subject for me, as you must be aware," Kate Gilbert said.
There is a chance for you to earn some good money." "How much?" Murk demanded. "That depends upon the services you render us. But let me assure you that you will be richly rewarded. We will not fool you or defraud you." "What do you want to know?" "What is Jim Farland, the detective, doing? What has he reported to Prale?" "He ain't reported much of anything," said Murk.
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