“Not in conversation.” Bell paused to hold up the valise. “But he gave me several reports that I examined while riding on the train. I can see why the felon responsible for the robberies and murders is so difficult to pin down. He plans his criminal ventures with extreme care and his techniques appear to be flawless.”

“All reasons why he eludes capture.”

“After absorbing the material, I do believe his fetish for detail will be his undoing,” said Bell thoughtfully.

Alexander looked at him suspiciously. “What, may I ask, brought you to that conclusion?”

“His jobs are too perfect, too well timed. One small miscalculation could prove his last.”

“I hope we can have a close relationship,” Alexander said with veiled animosity.

“I agree,” said Bell. “Mr. Van Dorn said I could have Art Curtis and Glenn Irvine on my team, if it is all right with you.”

“Not a problem. I wouldn’t go against Mr. Van Dorn’s wishes. Besides, they told me they worked with you a few years ago.”

“Yes, I found them to be dedicated agents.” Bell came to his feet. “May I see my office?”

“Of course.”

Alexander came from behind his desk and stepped into the hallway.

Bell saw that all the offices were quite small and quite plain. The furniture was sparse and there were no pictures on the walls. Only one other agent was present in the office, a stranger to Bell whom Alexander did not bother to introduce.

Before Alexander could point out a closet office, Bell asked innocently, “Do you have a conference room?”

Alexander nodded. “Yes, on the opposite side of the hallway from the offices.” He stopped, opened a door, and stood aside as Bell walked in.

The conference room stretched nearly thirty feet and flowed fifteen feet to the side. A long pine table, stained dark and with a polished surface, sat beneath two massive, circular chandeliers. Eighteen leather captain’s chairs were spaced evenly around it. The room was paneled in pine that matched the table, the floor carpeted with deep red pile. High windows rose on one wall, allowing the early-afternoon sunlight to illuminate every corner of the room.

“Very nice,” said Bell, impressed. “Very nice.”

“Yes,” said Alexander with pride showing in his bloodhound eyes. “I use it frequently for meetings with politicians and influential people in the city. It gives the Van Dorn Detective Agency significant respect and an image of importance.”

“It will do nicely,” Bell said matter-of-factly. “I’ll work in here.”

Alexander looked directly at Bell, a fiery look in his eyes that suddenly glowed with anger. “That’s not possible. I won’t permit it.”

“Where is the nearest telegraph office?”

Alexander seemed taken back. “Two blocks south on Sixteenth Street and Champa.

Why?”

“I’ll send a message to Mr. Van Dorn requesting the use of your conference room as an operations center. Considering the importance of the case, I’m sure he will give it his blessing.”