s fill your pockets, Mr. Perkins."

"Come up to my room for a while, Chester," went on the other, "and we
will consider what to do. We might go to the theater, but I think I
would rather walk about here and there using my eyes. There is plenty
to see in New York."

"That will suit me, Mr. Perkins."

About eight o'clock the two went downstairs. Near the entrance, just
inside the hotel, Chester heard himself called by name.

Looking up, he recognized Felix Gordon.

"Are you going to the theater, Chester?" asked Felix.

"No, I think not."

"Won't you introduce me to your friend?"

"Mr. Perkins, this is Felix Gordon, nephew of our bookkeeper," said
Chester, unwillingly.

"Hope you are well, Mr. Gordon," said Paul. "Are you fond of the
theater?"

"Yes, sir," answered Felix, eagerly. "There's a good play at Palmer's.
I think you'd like it."

"No doubt, but I'd rather see the streets of New York. As you are a
friend of Chester, do me the favor to buy yourself a ticket," and Mr.
Perkins drew a two-dollar bill from his pocket and tendered it to
Felix.

"I am ever so much obliged," said Felix, effusively. "As it is time for
the performance to commence, I'll go at once, if you'll excuse me."

"Certainly. You don't want to lose the beginning of the play."

As Felix started off on a half run, Mr. Perkins said: "Do you know why
I was so polite to Felix, who by all accounts isn't your friend at
all?"

"No, I was rather puzzled."

"I wanted to get rid of him. He was probably sent here by his uncle as
a spy upon us. Now he is disposed of."

"I see you are shrewd," said Chester, laughing.

"Yes, I'm a little foxy when there's occasion," rejoined Mr. Perkins.
"Now, where shall we go?"

I will not undertake to describe the route followed by the two. The
city was pretty much all new to the stranger from Minneapolis, and it
mattered little where he went.

About ten o'clock the two witnessed from a distance a scene between a
man of forty and an old, infirm man, apparently seventy years of age.

"The younger man is Ralston, the gambler," said Chester, in excitement,
when they were near enough to recognize the figures of the two.

"Halt a minute, and let us hear what it is all about," returned Mr.
Perkins.

"I am hungry," said the old man, pitifully, "and I have no money for a
bed. Have pity on me, Dick, and give me something."

"You ought not to have come here," returned Ralston, roughly. "Why
didn't you stay i