CHAPTER 1A SECRET CONFERENCE
The old gentleman passed the other two as if they were strangers. He jostled by them without so much as a glance. The most observing person in the throng then pouring out of the railway station, like a swarm of busy bees out of a colossal hive, would have detected no relation between them.
While passing the couple, nevertheless, the old gentleman said quickly to one of them, though scarce above his breath:
“Go to the new Willard. Register as directed and get a suite, Wait there till I come.”
The man addressed heard him but did not turn his head, nor evince the fact with the slightest change of countenance.
His companion, a natty, keen-eyed chap with a blond mustache twirled upward at the ends à la kaiser, appeared oblivious to what had occurred.
The scene
