He stepped inside the lobby of the
apartment house a full minute before his appointment with its
manager, and went at once to look him up. Before he could carry out
his purpose he was joined by Harry Kent.
"Finley had to go out," the latter explained.
"I told him I would go up to Rochester's apartment with you."
Ferguson thoughtfully caressed his clean-shaven jaw for a second,
then came to a rapid decision.
"Lead the way, sir," he said. "I'll follow." Kent found him a
silent companion while in the elevator and when walking down the
corridor to Rochester's apartment, but once inside the living room,
with the outer door tightly closed, Ferguson tossed down his hat
and his whole demeanor changed.
"Sit down, Mr. Kent." He selected a chair near Rochester's desk
for himself, as Kent found another. "Let's thrash this thing out;
are you working with me or against me?"
"Why do you ask?" Kent's surprise at the question was evident.
"Because every time I arrange to examine this apartment or inquire
into Rochester's whereabouts you show up.
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