He'll be here pretty soon I guess. They'll notify him from the
precinct. Now how about last night--was there any row--any noise? Did
you hear anything?"

"I didn't hear anything--much. There's always a lot of noise around
here until after midnight--theaters and moving picture places let out
about 11:30. I awoke once in the night. But I guess that doesn't
matter."

"Anybody else in the house besides you?" and the policeman yawned--for
he had gone out on dog-watch--and looked into the wet, shiny,
drizzle-swept street.

"Only Sallie Page, the cook. I'll call her. There's Mrs. Darcy's
maid--Jane Metson. But she went away yesterday afternoon and won't be
back until about noon. It's past time Sallie was down to get
breakfast. I'll call her--"

Darcy made a move as though to go to the rear of the store, whence a
side door gave entrance to the stairs leading to the rooms above.

"I'll go with you," said Mulligan, and he shoved himself to an erect
posture by forcing his elbows against the showcase on which he had been
leaning in a manner to give himself as much rest as possible without
sitting down--it was a way he had, acquired from long patrolling of
city streets.

"You--you'll go with me?" faltered Darcy.

"Yes, to call the cook. _She_ won't run away," and he nodded toward