"Evidently they came in from and went away by the street," he
observed, hurrying to the door, followed by Elaine.
On the sidewalk, he gazed up the avenue, then catching sight of
the street cleaner, called to him.
"Yes, sir," replied the man, stolidly looking up from his work. "I
see three gentlemen come out and get into an automobile."
"Which way did they go?" asked Kennedy.
For answer the man jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the
general direction uptown.
"Did you notice the number of the car?" asked Craig eagerly.
The man shrugged his shoulders blankly.
With keen glance, Kennedy strained his eyes. Far up the avenue, he
could descry the car threading its way in and out among the
others, just about disappearing.
A moment later Craig caught sight of the vacant taxicab and
crooked his finger at the driver, who answered promptly by
cranking his engine.
"You saw that limousine standing there?" asked Craig.
"Yes," nodded the chauffeur with a show of alertness.
"Well, follow it," ordered Kennedy, jumping into the cab.
"Yes, sir."
Craig was just about to close the door when a slight figure
flashed past us and a dainty foot was placed on the step.
"Please, Mr. Kennedy," pleaded Elaine, "let me go. They may lead
to my father's slayer."
She said it so earnestly that Craig could scarcely have resisted
if he had wanted to do so.
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