"I can't be troubled with you to-day, boy. Get out of my way!"
"Where can I find you? Where are you stopping?"
Crawford Lane drew a card from his pocket, and scribbling an address on it, passed it to the boy. While John Schickling was trying to make it out, Lane hurried on with Scott.
"Fifth Avenue Hotel!" repeated Johnny. "Why, that's a very dear place. If Mr. Lane can afford to stay there, he can afford to pay mother's bill."
Later in the day John entered the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and went up to the desk.
He showed the card to the clerk.
"Is any gentleman of that name staying here?" he asked.
"No," answered the clerk, shaking his head.
"Has he ever stopped here?"