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that he and his father had had a row about some money and that he was-'desperate' is what he said."
    "Didn't mention Despain?"
    "No. What was it? Why do you think this Despain did it?"
    "He had over a thousand dollars' worth of Taylor's I 0 Us and couldn't collect. He left town last night in a hurry. The police are looking for him now." He lowered his voice, looking a little sidewise at her. "Would you do something to help them catch and convict him?"
    "Yes. What?"
    "I mean something a bit off-color. You see, it's going to be hard to convict him, but, if he's guilty, would you do something that might be a little bit-well-off-color to make sure of nailing him?"
    "Anything," she replied.
    He sighed and rubbed his lips together.
    "What is it you want done?" she asked eagerly.
    "I want you to get me one of his hats."
    "What?"
    "I want one of Taylor's hats," Ned Beaumont said. His face had flushed. "Can you get me one?"
    She was bewildered. "But what for, Ned?"
    "To make sure of nailing Despain. That's all I can tell you now. Can you get it for me or can't you?"
    "I-I think I can, but I wish you'd-"
    "How soon?"
    "This afternoon, I think," she said, "but I wish-"
    He interrupted her again. "You don't want to know anything about it. The fewer know about it the better, and the same thing goes for your getting the hat." He put his arm around her and drew her to him. "Did you really love him, snip, or was it just because your father-"
    "I did really love him," she sobbed. "I'm pretty sure-I'm sure I did."

II. The Hat Trick
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    Ned Beaumont, wearing a hat that did not quite fit him, followed the porter carrying his bags through Grand Central Terminal to a Forty-second Street exit, and thence to a maroon taxicab. He tipped ti-me porter, climbed into the taxicab, gave its driver the name of a hotel off Broadway in the Forties, and settled back lighting a cigar. He chewed the cigar more than he smoked it as the taxicab crawled through theater-bound traffic towards Broadway.
    At Madison Avenue a green taxicab, turning against the light, ran full tilt into Ned Beaumont's maroon one, driving it over against a car that was parked by the curb, hurling him into a corner in a shower of broken glass.
    He pulled himself upright and climbed out into the gathering crowd. He was not hurt, he said. He answered a policeman's questions. He found the hat that did not quite fit him and put it on his head. He had his bags transferred to another taxicab, gave the hotel's name to the second driver, and 1-muddled back in a corner, white-faced and shivering, while the ride lasted.
    'When he had registered at the hotel he asked for his mail and was given two telephone-memorandum-slips and two sealed envelopes without postage stamps.
    He asked the bellboy who took him to his room to get him a pint of rye whisky. When the boy had gone he turned the key in the door and read the telephone-memoranda. Both slips were dated that day, one marked 4:50 P. M., the other 8:05 P. M. He looked at his wrist-watch. It was 8:45 P. M.
    The earlier slip read: _At the Gargoyle_. The later read: _At Tom & Jerry's. Will phone later_. Both were signed: _Jack_.
    He opened one of the envelopes. It contained two sheets of paper covered by bold masculine handwriting, dated the previous day. _She is staying at the Matin, room 1211, registered as Eileen Dale, Chicago. She did some phoning from the depot and connected with a man and girl who live E. 3oth. They went to a lot of places, mostly speakies, probably hunting him, but don't seem to have much luck. My room is 734. Man and girl named Brook_.
    The sheet of paper in the other envelope, covered by the same handwriting, was dated that day. _I saw Deward this morning, but he says he did not know Bernie was in town. Will phone later_.
    Both of these messages were signed: Jack .
    Ned Beaumont washed, put on fresh linen from his bags, and was lighting a cigar when the bellboy brought him his pint of whisky. He paid the boy, got a tumbler