CHAPTER XXTHE MEN FROM CHICAGO
Presently the bell boy came up and found Nick stretched out on the bed.
The boy was a quiet little chap, and brought Nick a pitcher of water and a daily paper, and did a number of other things to make him comfortable.
The detective was reading the paper when the plain-clothes man presented himself.
“I was sent over here to take care of you,” said he.
He accompanied his words with a wink by way of informing the detective that he knew what was expected of him.
“Thank you,” said Nick. “What name?”
“Jerome.”
“Well, Mr. Jerome, may I trouble you to take a dollar out of my vest pocket and give it to this boy?”
The vest and coat were hanging over a chair, and Jerome secured the dollar and handed it to the boy.
As soon as the boy was gone, the detective spr
