“Let’s get about it at once.”
“Come with me, then,” said Lannigan.
“Where to?” asked Elwell.
“You will know when you get there,” replied Lannigan, gruffly.
Nick slipped off the ice box and regained the floor of the little washroom quickly.
Slipping out of the door and through the hall he was on the corner of Forty-second Street and Third Avenue before the precious quartet came from the saloon, for they had stopped to take a drink to bind their bargain.
Leaving the saloon, they turned to the left, going up Third Avenue to the north.
Close behind them came Chick.
Nick and Chick exchanged signals and, at Nick’s suggestion, made by a wave of the hand, Chick rapidly crossed to the other side of the avenue, while Nick followed up after the four on the same side they were traveling.
The way of the four was up half a dozen blocks, where they turned into a cross street going to the right, or in the direction of the East River.