sheets, and his eyes ran quickly over them.

"This is about what I expected," said he, finally. "You are sure you
missed no one?"

"Quite sure. I first called on those banks and trust companies which I
fancied Miss Cavanaugh did business with. She had an account in several.
But she had no box in the safety deposit vault, and she had deposited
nothing save money. I went from one bank to another; some of them were
disinclined to give any information, but when they were convinced it was
police business, they answered my questions."

"The result, then, is that Miss Cavanaugh did _not_ deposit anything in
the vaults of any bank in the city."

"She did not," replied Fuller, positively.

The investigator looked at Scanlon, and the big man nodded his head,
gravely.

"All right," said he; "that's settled. And now what comes next?"

"From what you have told me and from what Danny has said," replied
Ashton-Kirk, "I rather think a little talk with Fenton would not be out
of place."

"Good!" said Bat.

"First," continued the investigator, "we'll see what's to be had from
his friend, Hutchinson. I'm rather of the opinion that he has some
information which would be of use to us."

They rose, and as they put on hats and coats, Ashton-Kirk said to
Fuller:

"Perhaps you'd better come along, Fuller. If things go as I think they
will we are in for a rather busy night and may need your help."

The three boarded a street car not far from the investigator's house;
after they had alighted, a walk of ten minutes brought them to Gaffney's
place.

"Remain within call," said Ashton-Kirk to his aide. "We may need you at
any moment."

"Right," said the young man, readily. "I'll be somewhere about."

Scanlon pushed open Gaffney's door and entered, followed by Ashton-Kirk.
The place was crowded; the air was thick with the smoke of poor tobacco;
the fox-like young men still made the skilful strokes at the tables, and
the walls were lined, as usual, with men who either stared vacantly, or
scowled with predatory longing.

Hutchinson, with his striped sleeves and his carefully waved hair, was
in the back room engaged with an exceptionally clever gentleman who made
shot after shot of almost miraculous character. Ashton-Kirk and Scanlon
waited until the game was run through, then the former touched
Hutchinson upon the arm.

"Could we have a word with you?" asked the investigator.

"Certainly." Hutchinson smiled agreeably. "Of course