"
"Strange what has become of Forbes," I ruminated.
"It is indeed," agreed Garrick. "But then he was such a night-hawk
that anything might easily have happened and no one be the wiser.
Since you saw him enter the gambling joint the night of the raid,
I've been unable to get a line on him. He must have gone through
the tunnel to the ladies' poolroom, but after he left that,
presumably, I can't find a trace of him. Where he went no one
seems to know. This bit of gossip that Herman has unearthed is the
first thing I've heard of him, definitely, for two days."
"If Rena Taylor were alive," I speculated, "I don't think you'd
have to look further for Forbes than to find her."
"But she isn't alive," concluded Garrick, "and there is nothing to
show that there was anyone else at the poolroom for women who
interested him--and--well, this isn't getting back to business."
He turned toward the street.
"Let's go down on a surface car," he said. "I think we ought to
learn something down there at the Old Tavern, now.
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