"You bet it is."
"I am going there some day—yes, I've said I'd see New York some day and I will. It must make a man blind for a few days to go around there."
"Well, yes, it is rather dazzling," said Desmond.
So the conversation continued for quite a time and finally the stranger rose and went away, saying he would return immediately. Quite a respectable-looking man took the vacated seat beside Desmond, and the last neighbor asked:
"Do you know that green-looking chap who was just talking to you?"
"No, sir, I never saw him before."
"Then you don't know who he is?"
"No, sir."
"That is a son of Senator F——, the richest mine owner out in this
Desmond studied the man who was giving him this unsolicited information, and he concluded that the nice-looking man was sharp number two; he was up to this sort of business and perceived the whole game.