“Yes; he was discharged yesterday.”

“I was standing by the bar talking with Issy, and I was sure I knew this lad’s face.  I was stumped a bit at first where I had seen him; then all at once it came to me—­he was the guy sitting out there alone in the automobile over on Arch Street.  I knew then what he was over here for, and got to talking with him.  He give himself away the first thing, and that is why we got him up in this dump.”

“How did he know I was here?”

“Some of your precious help out there heard you talk to me over the ’phone, and passed it on.”

“And what does he want?  What do these men want?”

“Well Sexton don’t want much of anything—­he’s knocked out; the fool made a fight, and had to be hit; and, as to this bird, I rather think he was just naturally nosing around out of curiosity, and because he was stuck on you.  I don’t figure he is anything to be afraid of, but I am not going to have the fellow gum-shoeing around.  I’ll take his word to get out, and stay out; otherwise he and I are going to have a little seance of our own.  That’s all there is about it.”

West had said nothing, watching the others, and waiting to choose some course of action.  His mind was confused, uncertain, yet he found encouragement in Hobart’s statement of the case.  The fellow felt no serious fear of him; had no suspicion as yet that anyone believed Percival Coolidge murdered.  The probability was that not even the girl dreamed of such a thing.  Whatever her connection might be with this man, she must be innocent of so foul a crime.  If he could only speak to her alone; bring to her the truth; reveal to her the real character of this man Hobart, there would be no doubt of the result.  In spite of the strange situation he yet retained faith in the girl; she had been deceived, led astray in some manner, but his first impression of her true nature still controlled his thought.  He could only believe her a victim of scheming villains, driven by circumstances to play a part utterly foreign to her character.  His only hope of learning the facts from her own lips, or of re-establishing her faith in him, lay in a moment’s conversation alone.  His mind instantly leaped to this conclusion, and his eyes met her own.  They were wide-open, full of curiosity yet not unkind.  He spoke swiftly.

“That sounds fair enough, Hobart,” he said quietly, taking the chance as though it was the most natural thing in the world.  “I am not hunting trouble in any way, or seeking to butt in where I am not wanted.  Your guess as to my purpose in coming here is about right.  I had no other object but to be of some service to this young lady.  If I can talk with her a moment alone, and thus assure myself as to her wishes, I’ll give you any pledge you want, and forget all about the affair.  Is that satisfactory?”

“Alone, you said?  You want to see her alone?”

“Absolutely; no other arrangement will answer.  I want her to talk freely; to answer my questions with no interference.”