“If you ever come out to Chicago, call on me, and if you are out of a place, I will give you one.”
“Are you not a little rash, Mr. Thorndike, to offer me a place when you know so little of me?”
“I trust a good deal to looks. I care more for them than for recommendations.”
At that moment Phil Stark came out of the hotel, and passing them, stepped off the piazza into the street.
Mr. Thorndike half rose from his seat, and looked after him.
“Who is that?” he asked, in an exciting whisper.
“A man named Stark, who is boarding at the hotel. Do you know him?”
“Do I know him?” repeated Thorndike. “He is one of the most successful burglars in the West.”