didn't even slow up at the city limits. Then I heard some one else say they thought he was a doctor. That interested me, and I waited a while to see what would happen. But the man wasn't a doctor, after all, for I saw him take a paper out of his pocket and show it to the policeman and then lift the edge of his coat where he had a little silver shield pinned."
"A what?" snapped Sadie Wimpel, swinging sharply about.
"A little shield made of silver, a good deal like some of our class pins, only not so small."
"And what did the cop do then?"
"I saw him point back toward the American Consulate office on Yorke Street. Then he pushed the crowd back and let the man slip into the side entrance of the hotel. I knew that was my chance, so I followed close after them."
"What did that man look like?"
The girl was silent for a moment or two, apparently struggling to visualize her memory of the stranger's face.
"He had a motor-cap pulled down over his forehead and he wore a pair of those big mica goggles, so I couldn't see much of his face. But he was a nice-looking man, and rather professional-looking,
