“Yes; Stirling and I went over to see Belle and Janette De Haven off.”
“They went this morning, did they?”
“Yes, and we went down to see them off–just for a lark, you know. While I was down-town I thought I’d go over to the office and strike the governor for a check, and so I got right into the thick of it all. I left Stirling down there somewhere.”
“What did Stirling stay down there for?”
“I don’t know. Wants to see the row out, I guess.”
“What are they doing down there now?” asked Gilderman.
“Nothing that I can see. The last I saw was the Man himself standing at the top of the court-house steps talking to a lot of lawyers. Where are you going now, Gildy?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Gilderman. “I don’t suppose it’s any use my trying to get down to the office.”
“Not the least in the world. If you’re going back up-town, I’ll thank you for a lift. There isn’t a cab to be had anywhere, or if you do find one it can’t budge out of the block.”
“Jump in, then,” said Gilderman, “and I’ll take you up with me.”