CHAPTER 13
Albert was in a hurry. He skimmed over the carpet like a water-beetle.
"Quick!" he said.
He cast a glance at the maid, George's co-worker. She was reading a novelette with her back turned.
"Tell 'er you'll be back in five minutes," said Albert, jerking a thumb.
"Unnecessary. She won't notice my absence. Ever since she discovered that I had never met her cousin Frank in America, I have meant nothing in her life."
"Then come on."
"Where?"
"I'll show you."
That it was not the nearest and most direct route which they took to the trysting-place George became aware after he had followed his young guide through doors and up stairs and down stairs and had at last come to a halt in a room to which the sound of the music penetrated but faintly. He recognized the room. He had been
