The whisky was placed in his hands. He gulped it down, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
Then resuming his seat, he took up a morning paper. At first he read it listlessly, but soon his face assumed a look of eager interest.
This was the paragraph that arrested his attention:
"Should this meet the eye of Rudolph Rugg, who left England in the fall of 1857, he is requested to communicate with Jacob Morris, attorney-at-law, Room 11, No. —, Nassau street."
Rudolph rose hurriedly.
"Going?" asked the bartender.
"Yes; I'll be back again soon."