I wondered if my kind friend from Chicago had gone on without me, until I suddenly remembered that the Brooklyn address was in my pocket, and that he probably did not remember the street and number.
This being the case, he had no doubt returned to the hotel and was awaiting me.
I looked at Duncan, and made up my mind that he would sleep several hours, if not longer, without awaking.
Making him as comfortable as possible on the bed, I left the room, locking the door behind me.
Down in the office I explained the situation to the clerk when I left the key, and he promised to attend to matters if anything unusual happened.
I was not very well acquainted with New York City, and in trying to find my way to the hotel at which Mr. Harrison was stopping, I nearly lost my way.
But several inquiries, made here and there, set me right, and at length I reached the large, open corridor.
As I was about to step into the office, a well-known voice hailed me.
"Well, here you are at last." Of course it was Mr. Harrison.
"Yes, sir."