"What's the date on those checks?" demanded Kent.
"Tuesday of this week - the day Jimmie Turnbull died." Clymer
turned them over. "They are drawn payable to cash, and bear no
endorsement, which shows Rochester must have presented them himself."
Harding and Taylor glanced significantly at each other, but neither
spoke. Suddenly Kent pushed back his chair and rose without
ceremony.
"Don't go, Kent." Clymer took up some papers. "There's a matter -"
"It will keep." Kent's mouth was set and determined. "I give you
my word of honor that all Rochester's honest debts will be paid by
the firm if necessary; I will obligate myself to that extent," he
paused. "As for you fellows," turning to Harding and Taylor who
had also risen. "Give me twenty-four hours -"
"What for?" they chorused.
"To 1ocate Philip Rochester," and waiting for no answer Kent bolted
out of the office.
CHAPTER XV
WHEN THE LIGHT FAILED
The city lights were springing up block T after block along
Pennsylvania Avenue as Detective Ferguson left that busy thoroughfare
and hurried to the Saratoga.
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