"No—alone. Good-by, Mrs. Trapes!"
"My land!" gasped Mrs. Trapes, "what you tellin' me?"
"Good-by, Mrs. Trapes!"
"But why? Oh, dear Lord, what is it? Who—"
"I want to thank you—for all your kindness. Good-by!"
As one in a dream Mrs. Trapes extended a limp hand and stood wide of eye and pale of cheek to watch him go; and as he descended the stairs, her look of helpless, pained surprise went with him. Swiftly he strode across that familiar court, shoulders squared, chin outthrust, and eyes that glowed ominously in his pale face beneath fierce-scowling brows. As he turned into Tenth Avenue there met him the Spider.
"What you chasin' this time, bo?" he enquired.
"M'Ginnis."
"Then you're sure chasin' trouble."
"That's what I want. D' you know where he is?"