Mark followed the hall boy to a room on the third floor.
"Will dinner be ready soon?" he asked.
"It is on the table now, sir."
Mark washed his hands and face, combed his hair, and went down-stairs. He had but one flight to descend, the dining-room being on the second floor.
Even if the dinner had been an indifferent one Mark would have appreciated it, for he was very hungry. When he had satisfied his appetite he had a chance to look around.
What was his surprise when a little farther down the table, on the same side, he recognized his acquaintance of the smoking car, Mr. Buffington!
CHAPTER XVII.
MARK MAKES A CALL ON EUCLID AVENUE.
Mark was not altogether pleased to find that he had not got rid of the railroad adventurer. He recognized him as a dangerous and unprincipled man.
As long as Mark had the diamond pin in his possession, the vicinity of such a fellow meant peril. He decided that he had better lose no time in delivering the pin to Mrs. Loring. He had told Florence that he would call the next day, but really there was no reason why he should not deliver it at once.
About three o'clock he called a cab and directed the driver to drive to No. 1001½ Euclid Avenue. The distance was somewhat more than a mile, and in fifteen minutes he found himself at his destination.