“All right, go ahead and do it. Only see that you don’t get into any trouble. If Greene does anything that looks suspicious, telephone here or to the police.”
The twins crowded into the elevator with Greene, who looked at them rather suspiciously. However, when the street floor was gained the clerk pushed his way out in a crowd of people and then Andy and Randy, though watching him, managed to keep out of the fellow’s sight. Greene walked up to Broadway and there boarded a street car, getting off at Eighth Street and walking westward. Presently they saw him enter one of a long row of houses. It was a boarding establishment kept by a Mrs. Dorsey, as they could see by a sign over the doorbell.
“Now the question is, is he going to stay at home awhile or will he be coming out soon?” remarked Randy.
“That remains to be seen,” answered his twin. “We might as well take it easy,” and, obtaining a pint of freshly-roasted peanuts from a stand at the corner, the boys stationed themselves in a convenient doorway and started to watch.
In less than half an hour their vigilance was rewarded by seeing Ken Greene come forth from the boarding house. He had changed his suit and hat and now carried a tan suitcase in his hand.
“He’s bound for somewhere!” exclaimed Andy. “Come on quick—don’t let him slip us in the crowd.”
Taking more care than ever that Greene should not see them, they followed the ex-clerk as he walked eastward crosstown until he reached the subway at Astor Place. Here he boarded a train going uptown, and they followed, keeping half a length of a crowded car between them and the man they were shadowing.
“Got any money with you, Randy?” questioned his twin, as the train rolled uptown. “I’ve got the whole of forty cents with me.”
“I’ve got eighty-five cents. I didn’t expect to use anything more than my car fare when I went downtown.”