"Next corner," he said to the conductor.
The latter pulled the strap and the car stopped.
The gentleman got out, and turned westward up Twenty-ninth Street.
Hake scrambled out also, and followed him up the street. He crossed Madison Avenue, Fifth Avenue, and did not pause till he had reached a handsome house between Seventh and Eighth avenues. Before this time he had thrown open the coat in which he had been muffled, for the weather was not inclement, appearing to feel that there was now no further need of concealment.
He ascended the steps of the house, and rang the bell.
The door was opened directly by a servant, and he entered.
Scarcely had the door closed when Hake also ascended the steps and looked at the door-plate. The name was there, but unfortunately for Hake, he had not received even an elementary education, and could not read. This was rather inconvenient, as it stood in the way of his obtaining the information he desired.
Looking about him, he saw a schoolboy of his own age passing.
"Look here," he said, "what's that name up there on that door?"