The young man started to hum a tune and strolled toward the heavily curtained window that looked out on Fifth avenue.
CHAPTER XXI.
TRAVERS GLADWIN GOES IN SEARCH OF HIMSELF.
Policeman Michael Phelan was at first undecided whether to pursue the departing Bateato and arrest him as a suspicious person or to remain on the scene of mystery and get to the bottom of what was going forward.
He chose the latter plan upon the inspiration that if he arrested a millionaire he would get his name in the paper and Rose might read of it and come to some realization of the immensity of his official dignity.
He was further urged to this course by the insolent nonchalance of the two young men. They weren’t paying any more attention to him than they were to the inanimate sticks of furniture in the room.
“Well, what did yez send fer me fer?” he broke out again, hurling the words at Travers Gladwin’s back.
“I thought you might like a drink,” replied that young man, turning slowly and smiling upon the enraged bluecoat.