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Henry Clay unlocked the door of his apartment. The drapes were drawn, and it was dark. He was halfway in and reaching for the wall switch beside the door when he sensed a presence. Wrong-footed, too late to back out, he hurled himself sideways along the wall, pushing the light switch with his left hand and drawing his Bisley with his right. When the light flared on, he had the gun pointed at the figure sitting in the armchair.
“I am not armed,” said Mary Higgins, raising her hands to show they were empty.
“How did you find me?”
“When I learned that you were a detective,” she said calmly, “I wondered how I would ever track you down on my own, much less shadow you, without you seeing me. I thought of hiring another professional to find you.”
“Bell!”
“Not Bell. Don’t be ridiculous. Although I did consider my brother’s bodyguards. The Van Dorn Protective Services pride themselves in being more than bodyguards.”
“Stumblebums. They couldn’t find me.”
“That’s what I thought. Besides, they might run straight home to tell Bell.”
“Then how did you find me?”
“I remembered that the old fellows in Bell’s squad told me that those flash men you put in charge of the barges had fled the city. But that didn’t seem likely. Why would they let a couple of Van Dorns chase them out of their hometown? So I went looking for familiar faces.”
“Where?”
“Casinos and concert saloons by the river.”
“My God, Mary, you could have been killed, or worse.”
“Not killed,” she said. “Not even compromised.”
“You were lucky. People in those places would not hesitate to slip chloral powder into an innocent girl’s drink.”
“I would recognize the odor of knockout drops in my tea,” she said drily.
“It is not as easily detected as people think. There are ways of compounding it that mask taste and smell.”
“You would know more about that than I,” she replied pointedly. “But, in actual fact, I met more gentlemanly sorts — including one of your flash men. He directed me to the man I suspected had not fled Pittsburgh. He recommended I look for you in this street of apartment buildings. I smiled at many janitors.”
“But I am not known to the landlord as Claggart.”
“Oh, I didn’t give them your name. I wouldn’t betray you that way. I only described you.”
“How did you unlock my door?”
“I didn’t. I climbed the fire escape.”
Clay holstered the Bisley, greatly relieved. It was one thing for an intelligent girl to make inquiries — particularly with a winsome smile. But the extremely rare ability to pick locks would make her far less innocent than he thought she was. He was still troubled, however, that she had been alone in his apartment. He was vigilant about not leaving evidence behind, but even the most careful man could give himself away with a small mistake.
“How long were you waiting for me?”
“Long enough to look around. You live well. It’s an expensive apartment.”
“Who told you I was a detective? Bell?”
She nodded.
Clay said, “Bell bent the truth. I was a detective once. I’m not any longer.”
“What are you now?”
“I am John Claggart.”
