The Sheridan Road Mystery (Mystery Classics Series). Thorne Mabel

not place the name. Then he called, "Joe, bring me the rent book."

      Morgan became alert. It was possible that a man like Cole, with a large list of properties under his management, might be somewhat vague in his recollection of the names of a few of his tenants. This case was different. The Atwoods, according to the girl's story, had sub-leased their apartment quite recently, presumably with the agent's sanction. The present excitement should naturally have recalled this matter to Cole's mind—should even have concentrated his thoughts upon the names and characteristics of every tenant in this particular building. Cole's unfamiliarity with the name of Atwood, therefore, seemed peculiar.

      At this moment a boy entered with a large volume. Laying it on Cole's desk, the boy passed quietly out of the office. Cole glanced at the index and then turned over certain pages in the book.

      "We have no Atwood in that house," he declared, finally, looking up at Morgan. "You must have made a mistake."

      Before replying, Morgan pulled out a small notebook and spread it open on his knee, ready for use. He also extracted a pencil from his vest pocket. Glancing at the point to see that it was in working condition, he turned to Cole with the question, "Who does occupy the third floor south in that house?"

      "A family named Crocker."

      "Full name, please."

      "Joseph Crocker. He rented that apartment one year ago the first of this month," stated Cole, after further reference to the book.

      Morgan jotted this down in his notebook.

      "You haven't heard that Mr. Crocker sub-leased his flat?" inquired Morgan.

      "No," replied Cole, positively. "I would be sure to know about it, too. A transaction of that kind must be put through and reported in this office."

      "Can you give me any further particulars about Mr. Crocker?"

      "Well, of course, I could look up his references and the other papers, if you wish me to. But as I recall it, he came from St. Louis and had excellent references from that city."

      "I won't bother you to look anything more up on that just now," said Morgan. "I may be interested in the information later. I'll see what I can find out first."

      "How did you come to associate the name of Atwood with that apartment?" inquired Cole.

      "I thought that was the name mentioned in the report I have. It was probably a mistake of the man who first went through the building. They often make mistakes in names," Morgan added, reassuringly, as it was not his desire to start Cole on any investigation of his own at this time. "Now, what can you tell me about the Marsh family, second floor north?"

      "Well, there's a party I can tell you more about. It made an impression upon me at the time we rented the apartment, because we had to make special arrangements."

      "Yes," said Morgan, encouragingly.

      "You see," continued Cole, "owing to a death in the family, the people who occupied that apartment moved out in July, and I sublet the apartment for them from the first of August, to a Mr. Gordon Marsh. Mr. Marsh, I understand, was driven off his ranch in Mexico by the revolutionists. As he knew practically no one in the United States to whom he could refer, we finally compromised by his agreeing to pay his rent quarterly in advance."

      "How much of a family has he?" asked Morgan.

      "Only his wife," returned Cole. "That was one reason we were willing to come to terms with him. We like small families; like Mr. Ames, who rents the apartment where this trouble occurred."

      Morgan welcomed this mention of Ames. It gave him an opening for further questions regarding this tenant. He was not overlooking the fact that the Ames family might in some way be connected with the affair.

      "I suppose Mr. Ames and his wife are still away?" he inquired.

      "Yes," returned Cole. "We received his October rent through his London bankers, White, Wyth, Harding; and only a few days ago, a letter referring to some decorating to be done when he returns next month. By the way, why are you particularly interested in these families?"

      "Just happen to be people we didn't get reports on at the building, that is all. Our reports on a case of this kind have to be complete."

      "Quite right—quite right," approved Cole, his curiosity evidently satisfied.

      "Mr. Marsh and Mr. Ames are friends, are they not?" queried Morgan, casually, as he noted down in his book what Cole had recently told him.

      "Not so far as I know. In fact, it hardly could be possible, inasmuch as Mr. Ames and his wife went abroad before Mr. Marsh arrived in Chicago."