“I have a luncheon engagement,” he said. “Can’t you come along with me? I’d like you to meet the person of whom I am speaking.”
“Who. The German?”
“No. My new friend. The one to whom I was introduced.”
“All right,” agreed Harry. “I don’t have anything to do until late this afternoon, when I have an appointment with an insurance man. I’ll be glad to go along with you.”
Harry was glad to have met Bruce Duncan again.
They continued their talk as they left the hotel. Harry learned that Bruce was living alone, in an old mansion which had belonged to his uncle.
Bruce’s only attendant was a faithful Hindu servant, named Abdul. The Hindu had been abroad with Bruce.
“I couldn’t get along without Abdul,” remarked Bruce, as they walked down Broadway. “He’s been with me for years. I brought him back from India, after a trip around the world.
“He’s helped me out of some difficult places. He’s not only a good bodyguard; he seems to have some instinctive power that enables him to see danger before it arrives. His only fault is that he talks very little. He keeps his knowledge to himself.”
THE two men entered the lobby of a Broadway hotel. Bruce led the way to the hotel cafe. The head waiter recognized him.