The waiter brought his order.
“If I could find this man Kelley of whom they were speaking,” thought Merry. “I know how to get there through him. Five dollars and the password, ‘upper cut,’ would do the trick.”
He began to eat in haste, for he heard Muldoon remark:
“We’d better be hustling, Rafferty. Der game will open at ten o’clock.”
“I’ll be ready to go in a minute,” said the gambler. “Here, waiter, what’s the check?”
Frank was very hungry, but he would have left his food untouched rather than to lose sight of them then. He bolted down a few mouthfuls and drank the cup of coffee he had ordered.
By that time Muldoon and Rafferty had risen and were preparing to go.
Frank called the waiter the moment the two men started for the door.
“Check—quick!” he exclaimed. “Got to catch a train. Didn’t know it was so late.”
The waiter gave him his check and he paid it in a hurry, flinging down a quarter extra, and, grabbing his hat, bolted for the door.