Jenny was not satisfied with this bit of dirty work. She wasn’t finished yet. From a booth, she continued her search for Baldwin over the phone. She called his father’s house, and when she was told there that she might be able to locate him at one of four clubs, she called up each in turn but still could not get him. Then she tried Babe’s apartment again. The maid told her that Mr. Baldwin was there. Jenny did not wait to talk to him. She hung up and started across town to Riverside Drive.

Wayne Baldwin had waited up all the previous night for Babe to come home. The maid had professed ignorance of where Babe had gone. Wayne grew almost frantic as the morning hours arrived and she did not return. He decided to wait until night and if she was not back then, he would get a private detective agency on the job.

At first, he feared that she might have left him for good. But when he saw that all her fine clothes and her jewelry were in the apartment, he thought that she had met with some accident.

Just before Jenny had called, he began to look through Babe’s things, hoping that they might reveal some clue as to her whereabouts. In her trunk he was surprised to find a loaded automatic pistol. He wondered what she had ever carried that thing around for. He did not know that it had belonged to the Bearcat, who had taken the weapon out on a permit when he was still driving a truck. When Babe had packed up and left the Bearcat, she had picked up the gun among other things and tossed it into her trunk.

He found nothing that would give any clue to her disappearance. Babe had destroyed her note from Money Johnson. He paced up and down the apartment in a sweat of foreboding. The pile of cigarette-butts in the ash-trays became mountainous, still she did not return.

Jenny arrived at the apartment house and phoned up from the reception hall. Baldwin jumped when the phone rang, hoping against hope that it might be Babe. Jenny’s voice greeted him.

“Mr. Baldwin?”

“Yes—speaking!”

“I’m calling from down-stairs. This is Jenny. I got some information for you, if you’ll see me.”

“All right, all right,” said Baldwin. “I’ll come down at once.”

When he came out of the elevator into the lobby, there was no one there. “Wonder where she is?” he thought. He walked out to the street, and lighting a cigarette he strolled toward the corner. A girl was standing there. It was growing dusk now and he wasn’t sure he knew her. When he drew near, however, she spoke.

“I’m Jenny. You don’t remember me, do you? I got some information for you!”