CHAPTER XII

THE CAR’S FREIGHT AT nine o’clock next morning French rang up the number he had noted on the Nelson Street boarding-house telephone, and asked for Miss Molly Moran. “It’s in connection with our previous conversation, Miss Moran,” he explained. “There is a fresh development which I want to discuss with you. Will you meet me in half an hour at the same place as before?” Though she agreed, French could sense the unwillingness in her tones. “Very good of you,” he declared. “I’ll not keep you long.” He greeted her pleas…