They're inside now."
Even as he spoke, with excitement ill-concealed, a police-sergeant
came out of the doorway, and:
"Move on, there," he said to Seton and Gray. "You mustn't hang about
this door."
"Excuse me, Sergeant," cried Gray, "but if the matter concerns Mrs.
Monte Irvin I can probably supply information."
The Sergeant stared at him hard, saw that both he and his friend wore
evening dress, and grew proportionately respectful.
"What is your name, sir?" he asked. "I'll mention it to the officer in
charge."
"Quentin Gray. Inform Mr. Monte Irvin that I wish to speak to him."
"Very good, sir." He turned to the chauffeur. "Hand me out the bag I
gave you at Vine Street." Pattison leaned over the door at the front
of the car, and brought out a big leather grip. With this in hand the
police-sergeant returned into the doorway.
"We're in for it now," said Seton grimly, "whatever it is."
Gray returned no answer, moving restlessly up and down before the door
in a fever of excitement and dread. Presently the Sergeant reappeared.
"Step this way, please," he said.
Followed by Seton and Gray he led the way up to the landing before
Kazmah's apartments. It was vaguely lighted by two police-lanterns.
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