Gastron Co., Ltd.

Kennedy answered the call himself, but the conversation was brief and to me unenlightening until he hung up the receiver.

Dorgan, the boss, he exclaimed, has just found a detectaphone in his private dining room at Gastron's.

At once I saw the importance of the news and for the moment it obscured even the case of Betty Blackwell.

Dorgan was the political boss of the city at that time, apparently entrenched with an organization that seemed impregnable.

Come on.

Without waiting for further comment or answer from me, Kennedy, caught by the infectious excitement of Carton's message, dashed from our apartment and a few minutes later we were whirling downtown on the subway.

You know, I suppose, he whispered rather hoarsely above the rumble and roar of the train, but so as not to be overheard, that Dorgan always has kept a suite of rooms at Gastron's on Fifth Avenue for dinners and conferences.

I nodded.