“Certainly. Will you take my arm?”
“Thank you.”
Little was said till they found themselves in the sumptuous hotel, which hardly has an equal in America.
“Come to my room, young man; I want to speak to you.”
It was still early in the evening, and Dodger’s time was his own.
He had no hesitation, therefore, in accepting the stranger’s invitation.
On the third floor the stranger produced a key and opened the door of a large, handsomely-furnished room.
“If you have a match, please light the gas.”
Dodger proceeded to do so, and now, for the first time, obtained a good view of the man he had rescued. He was a man of about the average height, probably not far from fifty, dressed in a neat business suit, and looked like a substantial merchant.
“Please be seated.”