It was improbable that Kirk and his guilty accomplice had sought so
near and obvious a haven as the studio, but it was undoubtedly there
that pursuit must begin. She knew nothing of his way of living at that
retreat, but she imagined that he must have appointed some successor to
George Pennicut as general factotum, and it might be that this person
would have information to impart.
The task of inducing him to impart it did not daunt Mrs. Porter. She
had a just confidence in her powers of cross-examination.
She went to the telephone and called up the garage where Ruth's
automobiles were housed. Her plan of action was now complete. If no
information were forthcoming at the studio, she would endeavour to find
out where Kirk had hired the car in which he had taken Mamie away. He
would probably have secured it from some garage near by. But this
detective work would be a last resource. Like a good general, she did
not admit of the possibility of failing in her first attack.
And, luck being with her, it happened that at the moment when she set
out, Mr. Penway, feeling pretty comfortable where he was, abandoned his
idea of going out for a stroll along Broadway and settled himself to
pass the next few hours in Kirk's armchair.
Mr. Penway's first feeling when the bell rang, rousing him from his
peaceful musings, was one of mild vexation.
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