When Chester said he must go home, Arthur put on his hat and proposed to walk with him part of the way, an offer which Chester gratefully accepted.
They walked over to Broadway, chatting as they went.
All at once, Chester, who had not expected to see anyone he knew, touched Arthur on the arm.
“Do you see that man in front of us?” he asked, pointing to a figure about six feet ahead.
“Yes. What of him?”
“It is our bookkeeper, David Mullins.”
“Is it, indeed? Do you know whom he is walking with?”
Chester glanced at a rather flashily dressed individual who was walking arm in arm with the bookkeeper.
“No,” he answered.
“It is Dick Ralston,” answered Arthur, “one of the most notorious gamblers in the city.”