Reginald Thomas Maitland Scott

“ Grogan turned his back and stared morosely out into the street.
What Wentworth had heard gave him much uneasiness. It seemed certain that his pistol must have fallen out of its holster when he had stooped to pick up Molly. If it was one that was registered with the police, and he was almost certain that it was, it would certainly be traced to him. Even if, by chance, he had not left distinct finger prints upon it, there would be exceedingly awkward questions to answer.
But Wentworth did not remain uneasy very long. A tight corner only made life more interesting for him. ”

“ But business was again going on as usual in Grogan's Restaurant. New York City does little more than hesitate for such a thing as sudden death. The police act swiftly in the business section, and the dead are soon carried away to be dealt with in legal routine beyond the public eye.
Wentworth, with Molly slightly in advance of him, turned boldly into the restaurant, stumbled slightly on the step and fumbled with a chair at an empty table, a chair which faced the door of the little back room. There were two waiters in Grogan's Restaurant at night, most of the business being done then. ”

“ She was really very hungry. As for Wentworth, he could not play his role of an old and rather sickly blind man if he ate too ravenously. Besides, he intended to enter the little back room before the beans were finished. He leaned forward and spoke in a very low voice so that only Molly could hear.
Molly played her part quite well. She rose slowly, reluctant to leave her supper, and guided the old blind man across the room to the telephone booth where she placed a nickel in the slot and dialed for him since, of course, it would be strange if a blind man could do such a thing for himself. ”