"Not so good as the little old place?"
"I should say not. By the way, sit down over here a minute. I want to speak with you."
Jerry led the way to the rear of the restaurant and offered Ralston a chair. Then he drew up across the table, while the latter put him a few brief questions.
"Well, that's what I wanted," said Ralston, as they arose. "Yes, I remember now, he used to know her. I'll try it!"
"I'm afraid it's the only tip I can give you, Mr. Ralston."
"Thank you very much, Jerry. Remember, now. I haven't seen you—no matter what happens."
"Not a word!"
"Good night."
"Good night, sir."
Ralston crossed the sidewalk and sprang into the cab.