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〃I'll tell you what I want you to do。 There is a young actress； or amateur actress； by the name of Stephanie Platow； who frequents the studio of an artist named Cross in the New Arts Building。 She may even occupy it in his absenceI don't know。 I want you to find out for me what the relations of Mr。 Gurney and this woman are。 I have certain business reasons for wanting to know。〃
Young Kennedy was all attention。
〃You couldn't tell me where I could find out anything about this Mr。 Gurney to begin with； could you？〃 he asked。
〃I think he is a friend of a critic here by the name of Gardner Knowles。 You might ask him。 I need not say that you must never mention me。
〃Oh； I understand that thoroughly； Mr。 Cowperwood。〃 Young Kennedy departed； meditating。 How was he to do this？ With true journalistic skill he first sought other newspaper men； from whom he learneda bit from one and a scrap from anotherof the character of the Garrick Players； and of the women who belonged to it。 He pretended to be writing a one…act play； which he hoped to have produced。
He then visited Lane Cross's studio； posing as a newspaper interviewer。 Mr。 Cross was out of town； so the elevator man said。 His studio was closed。
Mr。 Kennedy meditated on this fact for a moment。
〃Does any one use his studio during the summer months？〃 he asked。
〃I believe there is a young woman who comes hereyes。〃
〃You don't happen to know who it is？〃
〃Yes； I do。 Her name is Platow。 What do you want to know for？〃
〃Looky here；〃 exclaimed Kennedy； surveying the rather shabby attendant with a cordial and persuasive eye； 〃do you want to make some moneyfive or ten dollars； and without any trouble to you？〃
The elevator man； whose wages were exactly eight dollars a week； pricked up his ears。
〃I want to know who comes here with this Miss Platow； when they comeall about it。 I'll make it fifteen dollars if I find out what I want； and I'll give you five right now。〃
The elevator factotum had just sixty…five cents in his pocket at the time。 He looked at Kennedy with some uncertainty and much desire。
〃Well； what can I do？〃 he repeated。 〃I'm not here after six。 The janitor runs this elevator from six to twelve。〃
〃There isn't a room vacant anywhere near this one； is there？〃 Kennedy asked； speculatively。
The factotum thought。 〃Yes； there is。 One just across the hall。〃
〃What time does she come here as a rule？〃
〃I don't know anything about nights。 In the day she sometimes comes mornings； sometimes in the afternoon。〃
〃Anybody with her？〃
〃Sometimes a man； sometimes a girl or two。 I haven't really paid much attention to her； to tell you the truth。〃
Kennedy walked away whistling。
From this day on Mr。 Kennedy became a watcher over this very unconventional atmosphere。 He was in and out； principally observing the comings and goings of Mr。 Gurney。 He found what he naturally suspected； that Mr。 Gurney and Stephanie spent hours here at peculiar timesafter a company of friends had jollified； for instance； and all had left； including Gurney； when the latter would quietly return； with Stephanie sometimes； if she had left with the others； alone if she had remained behind。 The visits were of varying duration； and Kennedy； to be absolutely accurate； kept days； dates； the duration of the hours； which he left noted in a sealed envelope for Cowperwood in the morning。 Cowperwood was enraged； but so great was his interest in Stephanie that he was not prepared to act。 He wanted to see to what extent her duplicity would go。
The novelty of this atmosphere and its effect on him was astonishing。 Although his mind was vigorously employed during the day； nevertheless his thoughts kept returning constantly。 Where was she？ What was she doing？ The bland way in which she could lie reminded him of himself。 To think that she should prefer any one else to him； especially at this time when he was shining as a great constructive factor in the city； was too much。 It smacked of age； his ultimate displacement by youth。 It cut and hurt。
One morning； after a peculiarly exasperating night of thought concerning her； he said to young Kennedy： 〃I have a suggestion for you。 I wish you would get this elevator man you are working with down there to get you a duplicate key to this studio； and see if there is a bolt on the inside。 Let me know when you do。 Bring me the key。 The next time she is there of an evening with Mr。 Gurney step out and telephone me。〃
The climax came one night several weeks after this discouraging investigation began。 There was a heavy yellow moon in the sky； and a warm； sweet summer wind was blowing。 Stephanie had called on Cowperwood at his office about four to say that instead of staying down…town with him； as they had casually planned； she was going to her home on the West Side to attend a garden…party of some kind at Georgia Timberlake's。 Cowperwood looked at her withfor hima morbid eye。 He was all cheer； geniality； pleasant badinage； but he was thinking all the while what a shameless enigma she was； how well she played her part； what a fool she must take him to be。 He gave her youth； her passion； her attractiveness； her natural promiscuity of soul due credit； but he could not forgive her for not loving him perfectly； as had so many others。 She had on a summery black…and…white frock and a fetching brown Leghorn hat； which； with a rich…red poppy ornamenting a flare over her left ear and a peculiar ruching of white…and…black silk about the crown； made her seem strangely young； debonair； a study in Hebraic and American origins。
〃Going to have a nice time； are you？〃 he asked； genially； politically； eying her in his enigmatic and inscrutable way。 〃Going to shine among that charming company you keep！ I suppose all the standbys will be thereBliss Bridge； Mr。 Knowles； Mr。 Crossdancing attendance on you？〃
He failed to mention Mr。 Gurney。
Stephanie nodded cheerfully。 She seemed in an innocent outing mood。
Cowperwood smiled； thinking how one of these daysvery shortly； perhapshe was certain to take a signal revenge。 He would catch her in a lie； in a compromising position somewherein this studio； perhapsand dismiss her with contempt。 In an elder day； if they had lived in Turkey； he would have had her strangled； sewn in a sack； and thrown into the Bosporus。 As it was； he could only dismiss her。 He smiled and smiled； smoothing her hand。 〃Have a good time；〃 he called； as she left。 Later； at his own homeit was nearly midnightMr。 Kennedy called him up。
〃Mr。 Cowperwood？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You know the studio in the New Arts Building？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃It is occupied now。〃
Cowperwood called a servant to bring him his runabout。 He had had a down…town locksmith make a round keystem with a bored clutch at the end of ita hollow which would fit over the end of such a key as he had to the studio and turn it easily from the outside。 He felt in his pocket for it； jumped in his runabout； and hurried away。 When he reached the New Arts Building he found Kennedy in the hall and dismissed him。 〃Thanks；〃 he observed； brusquely。 〃I will take care of this。〃
He hurried up the stairs； avoiding the elevator； to the vacant room oppos