11. THE MUDDY WATER CLEARS
Flannery departed, and Miss Morrow picked up her coat. Reluctantly Kirk held it for her. “Must you go?” he protested.
“Back to the office—yes,” she said. “I’ve oceans of work. The district attorney keeps asking me for results in this investigation, and so far all I have been able to report is further mysteries. I wonder if I’ll ever have anything else.”
“It was my hope,” remarked Chan, “that to-day we take a seven-league step forward. But it is fated otherwise. Not before Monday now.”
“Monday,” repeated the girl. “What do you mean, Mr. Chan?”
“I mean I experience great yearning to bring Miss Gloria Garland to this building again. I have what my cousin Willie Chan, a vulgar speaker, calls a hunch. But this morning when I call Miss Garland on the telephone I l
