"
"Your business compels you to travel a great deal?"
"Yes."
"Do you often register under an alias?"
"Yes," returned the other, his face twitching.
"But not always?"
"No."
"In a large city and a strange hotel, for example, you'd take any
name which would correspond to the initials, H. M. G., on your
dress-suit case. But in a small town where you were known, you'd be
obliged to register under your real name of Harvey M. Greene. It
was that necessity which enabled me to find you."
"I'd like to know how you did it," said the other gloomily.
From the left-hand drawer of his desk Jones produced a piece of
netting, with hooks along one end.
"Do you recognize the material, Mrs. Hale," he asked.
"Why, it's the same stuff as the Hotel Denton curtains, isn't it?"
she asked.
"Yes," said Average Jones, attaching it to the curtain rod at the
side door. "Now, will you jerk that violently with one hand?"
"It will tear loose, won't it?" she asked.
"That's just what it will do. Try it."
The fabric ripped from the hooks as she jerked.
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