“But you expected him, didn’t you, Bob?”
“Of course I did, Tom Flannery. Didn’t I ask you to eat breakfast with me and him?”
“Yes, you did, Bob, and that was what I was thinking about.”
“Well, what did you think about it?”
“I was wonderin’ if you meant this mornin’, or some other mornin’.”
Tom had hardly finished this remark, when Herbert Randolph approached from the Broadway entrance and spoke to Bob.
“This is Tom Flannery, what helped me do the detective act,” said the latter, by way of introduction. “You know I told you about him.”
“Oh, yes, I remember, and I am glad to meet you, Tom Flannery,” replied young Randolph, extending his hand to Tom.
“So am I glad to see you,” said young Flannery; “me and Bob here have been waitin’ for you more’n two hours.”
“Oh, Tom Flannery!” exclaimed Bob. “What are you talkin’ that way for? ’Tain’t a quarter so much that we’ve been waitin’, and you know it.”