"I couldn't say as to the Cumæan Sibyl, don't y' know," Vance returned lightly; "but speaking for myself, I rather fancy he'll tell you that he saw the impetuous Captain at Benson's house that night."
Markham laughed.
"I hope he does. You'll want to be on hand to hear him, I suppose."
"I couldn't bear to miss it."
Vance was already at the door, preparatory to going, when he turned again to Markham.
"I've another slight favor to ask. Get a dossier on Pfyfe—there's a good fellow. Send one of your innumerable Dogberrys to Port Washington and have the gentleman's conduct and social habits looked into. Tell your emiss'ry to concentrate on the woman question. . . . I promise you, you sha'n't regret it."
Markham, I could see, was decidedly puzzled by this request, and half inclined to refuse it. But after deliberating a few moments, he smiled, and pressed a button on his desk.
"Anything to humor you," he said. "I'll send a man down at once."
