Bidding Cook good night, Quick left his saloon. His objective point was Monte Murphy’s, in Elizabeth Street.
Mike had proceeded on his journey as far as Broadway, when he encountered Joe Snell. The meeting was accidental.
Snell seemed to be considerably under the influence of liquor, and his first act was to invite Quick to go and have a drink with him.
Mike gladly accepted the invitation. His business with Murphy could wait.
Late as the hour was, the pair found a saloon open. Snell seemed to be in the highest spirits.
“Made a cool five hundred to-night, Mike,” he said, “just as easy as wink.”
“The last time I saw you I think you were broke.”
“Sure; why, I’ve been walking on my uppers for two months.”
“Cracked a crib, eh?”
Snell laughed loudly.