So they parted for the time being.
Feeling hungry, Bill decided to visit one of the select downtown restaurants his purse seldom allowed him to patronize. Now, as the reader will remember, Bill had no need to worry over funds—at any rate, not for the immediate future.
Bill thoroughly enjoyed his meal. He left the restaurant feeling like a prince.
“Those prices are steep,” he reflected, “but the food and service are worth it.”
Barely had he walked a block when he recognized Tom Jukes a few strides in front of him. Bill’s first impulse was to hail Tom, but something about the latter made him hesitate.
“Something seems queer,” muttered Tom, puzzled. He was undecided. Should he follow the millionaire’s son?
Tom Jukes seemed anxious to avoid being seen. Every now and then he glanced about him hurriedly. He kept close to the building line, his cap pulled over his eyes. He turned into one of those ancient alleys down in the financial district of New York.
Bill Raynor came to a quick decision.
“I’ll follow him!” he muttered.
A moment later Bill was also in the moldy alleyway. Tom swung south, then west, and south again, and finally halted before a pair of ornamental iron gates of the most antique and peculiar design.