"How d'je know it was me?"
"I saw you in the looking-glass. What's the news?"
"It's for Harry."
"And Harry is--where?"
"Don't you know where Harry is?"
"I do. But you can't get to him." Mr. Lichtenstein lowered his voice. "He's gone West, Bub, on the trail of O'Hagan. The plant the old one is growing hasn't put its head above ground yet, and the roots are in the West. Out in Utah they're teaching all kinds of Polacks to shoot rifles. Why? O'Hagan is travelling from one mine to another as a common laborer. Why? While here in little New York, the old one is sitting for his portrait and getting a perfectly innocent young girl talked about. No use to watch the old one till later."
"But," said Bubbles, "suppose some one was to find a secret passage leading from the East River to--to--"
"To where?"
"He doesn't know where. He wanted to get Harry to go with him to find out."
"Where does the passage begin, Bubbles?"