Once more the exhausted animal climbed wearily up Fifth Avenue. A touch of yellow sunlight was just gilding the housetops on the left, and the street stretched gray and solitary northward.
"You say she's waiting?" Steadman asked nervously.
"Yes."
"For how long?"
"All night."
Steadman shuddered.
"How did you know where to look for me?"
"I didn't."
Ralston was beginning to feel the revivifying effects of the whisky and soda and the fresh morning air.
"''Twas like looking for a needle in haystack,'" he hummed. "'Although the chance of finding it was small.' Not an easy job, my friend."