You might ask him.

I need not say that you must never mention me.
"Oh, I understand that thoroughly, Mr.Cowperwood." Young Kennedy departed, meditating.

How was he to do this?
With true journalistic skill he first sought other newspaper men, from whom he learned--a bit from one and a scrap from another--of the character of the Garrick Players, and of the women who belonged to it.

He pretended to be writing a one-act play, which he hoped to have produced.
He then visited Lane Cross's studio, posing as a newspaper interviewer.
Mr.Cross was out of town, so the elevator man said.

His studio was closed.
Mr.Kennedy meditated on this fact for a moment.
"Does any one use his studio during the summer months ?" he asked.
"I believe there is a young woman who comes here--yes." "You don't happen to know who it is ?" "Yes, I do.