This being the case, he had no doubt returned to the hotel and was
awaiting me.
I looked at Duncan, and made up my mind that he would sleep several
hours, if not longer, without awaking.
Making him as comfortable as possible on the bed, I left the room,
locking the door behind me.
Down in the office I explained the situation to the clerk when I left
the key, and he promised to attend to matters if anything unusual
happened.
I was not very well acquainted with New York City, and in trying to
find my way to the hotel at which Mr. Harrison was stopping, I nearly
lost my way.
But several inquiries, made here and there, set me right, and at
length I reached the large, open corridor.
As I was about to step into the office, a well-known voice hailed me.
"Well, here you are at last." Of course it was Mr. Harrison.
"Yes, sir."
"Did I lose you, or vice versa?" he went on.
"I don't know. I'm sure it wasn't intentional, anyway."
"Have you been over to Brooklyn?" he continued curiously.
"No, sir."
"I thought you had; it is so long since we parted."
"I've had quite an adventure in the meantime.
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