"It is not always so easy to follow, when the leader knows his
chase," thought Shirley. "I'm glad I'm only a simple club man."
The automobile was unmistakably trailing him, as the hansom
crossed the Plaza, then sped through the Park drive, to the
address he had given his driver.
As Shirley had remembered, this was a large apartment house, in
which one of his bachelor friends lived. He knew the lay of the
building well: next door, with an entrance facing on the side
street was another just like it, and of equal height.
"Wait for me, here," said Shirley. "I'll pay you now, but want
to go to an address down town in five minutes."
He gave the driver a bill, then entered and told the elevator man
to take him to the ninth floor.
"There's nobody in, boss," began the boy. But Shirley shook his
head.
"My friend is expecting me for a little card game, that's why you
think he is out. Just take me up."
He handed the negro a quarter, which was complete in its logic.
As he reached the floor, he waved to the elevator operator.
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