earance of the man who had signaled the girl.

The man was five feet seven inches in height; his face was well rounded,
but not too fat. He had a brown, pointed beard; the eyes were pale,
almost colorless; the forehead, broad and high, a fact which Ted noted
when the man lifted his hat to wipe his brow. He had the air of a
well-bred man of the world, and was probably a resident of New York.
There was something familiar about the man that made Ted think that he
had seen him before.

Ted saw Bud come through the door into the waiting room from the midway
of the station, look up and wave his hand, with a frown and a shake of
the head that told him his pard's quest for the missing baggage had been
fruitless.

At the same time, the girl at his side seemed to bump into him, and as
he turned to her she muttered an apology and hurried away. Although he
followed her with his eyes a few moments, she was soon lost in the
crowd.

He slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and, with his back
to the railing, prepared to wait until Bud reached him.

As his left hand sank into his pocket, his fingers came in contact with
a piece of paper.

He knew that he had not placed the paper in his pocket, and glanced
around with his usual caution to see if any one was watching him. He saw
that wonderful pair of gray eyes with the dark lashes--Irish eyes, he
called them--watching him over the shoulders of a man a dozen feet away
in the crowd. But the moment the woman realized that she was being
observed, she disappeared.

"Deuced strange," he muttered to himself, fumbling with the paper, which
he had not withdrawn from his pocket. "That girl placed this paper in my
pocket. I wonder why. There is something out of the way here, for the
paper was not there before she stood beside me."

One less wise than Ted, and not so modest, might have thought that the
girl was trying to flirt with him. But to Ted there was something more
important and mysterious than that in her actions.

If he read them aright, she had placed the paper in his pocket when she
apparently accidentally bumped into him, and had gone away only to come
back to see if he had discovered it.

Although he searched the crowd with eager eyes, he did not see her
again, and was confident that she had disappeared as soon as she had
accomplished her mission, which was to convey some message to him.

Although he was somewhat curious to know what, if anything, was written
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