"Sure?" put in Richard.
"I will, 'ceptin' dad's so sick I can't" replied Pep.
In the evening Richard and Frank took a walk, first up town and then down Broadway. On the way the boy pointed out to his friend the building in which the meetings of the Laurel Club were held.
"I wonder if Norris is up there to-night," observed Frank. "Suppose we stand here in the shadow for a while and watch who goes in and comes out."
Richard agreed to this, and crossing the street they took a stand directly opposite the entrance to the place.
Here they waited for perhaps fifteen minutes.
At the end of that time along came Norris, arm in arm with another member of the club.
"There he goes!" exclaimed Richard, as the two went up the stairs.
"There is a man watching them?" added Frank, as another individual, who had come close behind the others stopped at the corner. "Wonder who it is?"
"He's coming over here," said Richard. "We'll get in this hallway and see him as he passes. I suppose he's a stranger to us."