"Very well, hurry as fast as possible, for I want to leave here by the next train."
Jet ran swiftly back, and in a very few moments returned with the information that he was at liberty to go wherever the gentleman desired, so long as the office received the regular price per hour for his services.
"There won't be any difficulty about that. You are to go to pier 466 North River, and wait there until I come. Don't stop on the way, for I shall probably ride down."
"I thought we were going on the cars."
"I changed my mind while you were away. We can get there just as quickly by boat. Hurry off, for I don't want to be kept waiting."
Jet left the hotel at once, wondering why the gentleman did not give him a car fare if the business demanded so much speed, and on his way to the pier he heard the news-boys crying the particulars of the "Terrible tragedy on East Twentieth Street."
"I'll see what the story is," Jet said to himself as he bought one of the papers, but he did not stop to read then lest he should arrive at the rendezvous too late.
The gentleman was waiting for him on his arrival, but did not express any anxiety to start for Yonkers immediately.
"You can go up to my room and help me stow away some baggage," he said, glancing around as if to make certain they were not observed.
"Ain't this the Albany boat?"