He had not gone far when the apple woman dumped her goods, stand and all, into the gutter.
“You are becoming generous, Elmer Greer,” she said, flinging the money he had given her also into the street. “Some poor devil, I hope, may find that.”
The apple woman, keeping in the shade of the buildings which lined Broad Street, closely followed Greer.
At Pine Street the rascal was met by Jack Shea and two others.
The building in which Smith had an office was but a few steps away.
To open the main door was but the work of a few moments for such an experienced cracksman as Jack Shea.
The door of Smith’s office was forced with still greater ease.
The building was an old one; it did not contain many offices, and the janitor did not reside on the premises.
All this was well known to Elmer Greer.
The old apple woman had taken off her shoes and followed the villains upstairs.