"Lawd be praised!" murmured that jubilant henchman. "I done thought he might beat me to it!"
"What do you mean, Rusty? Why didn't you come inside?"
"Dat cop at de door wouldn't let no darky come in. I want to talk to you right away, Marse Warren. Right away quick."
Jarvis turned about, with a direction to await him.
He hurried to the coat-room, caught up his light overcoat and hat, and rushed out through the door. Rusty helped him into the garment, with fingers tremulous with joy at the renewal of this familiar and loving task.
"Come, we'll go down the side street. I've given up my apartment, and there's no place to talk but the sidewalk. What did your telegram mean, Rusty?"
"Well, sah, jest what it said. I done followed dat man all de way from Meadow Green to de Manhattan Hotel, dat's what it mean."
Jarvis stopped and, with eyes dilating, looked Rusty full in the face.
"Jim Marcum in New York? What can he be doing here?"
Rusty chuckled.