The balance of his waking hours, which were many, he passed on the streets, in the ice cream parlors and confectionery dens, at the motion-picture theatres.

He went many and odd times to Colonel Pepper's apartment, and took a peep into the club-rooms.

Some of these visits were fruitful, but he did not see whom he expected to see there.

At night he haunted the parks, watching and listening.

Often he hired a cheap car and drove it down the river highway, where he would note the cars he passed or met.