"Pretty early to go to bed," he thought as he reached for his watch to

note the time, running his fingers into an empty pocket. Gingerly he

felt in another pocket, where he knew his watch couldn't possibly be,

nor was. Carefully Jimmy examined each pocket of his coat and trousers,

a slow and broad grin illumining his face.

"What do you know about that?" he mused. "And I thought I was a wise

guy."

A few minutes after Jimmy reached his room the office called him on the

telephone to tell him that a man had called to see him.

"Send him up," said Jimmy, wondering who it might be, since he was sure

that no one knew of his presence in the city. He tried to connect the

call in some way with his advertisement, but inasmuch as that had been

inserted blind he felt that there could be no possible connection

between that and his caller.

A few minutes later there was a knock on his door, and in response to

his summons to enter the door opened, and there stood before him the

young man of his recent encounter upon the street. The latter entered

softly, closing the door behind him. His feet made no sound upon the

carpet, and no sound came from the door as he closed it, nor any

slightest click from the latch. His utter silence and the stealth of his

movements were so pronounced as to attract immediate attention. He did

not speak until he had reached the center of the room and halted on the

opposite side of the table at which Jimmy was standing; and then a very

slow smile moved his lips, though the expression of his eyes remained

unchanged.

"Miss anything?" he asked.

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