The hansom jerked to a stop, Bofinger rushed into the restaurant while Sammamon mounted guard at the door, heedless of the rush of snow. The lawyer quickly returned, having received another setback. Fargus had appeared and departed. With a last hope Bofinger drove to the Westside establishment, relapsing moodily into silence. The grim, persistent figure of the money-lender began to affect him with a foreboding of disaster. At the Oyster Parlors, the same story. Then Bofinger, abandoning any hope of surprising Fargus, returned to the hansom and cried savagely:
"To the Union Bank! Sammamon, where can I put you down?"
"No, no," Sammamon replied with a wily shake of his head. "I go too."
"Sammamon, I'll pitch you out!" the lawyer cried, exasperated.
"You pay? Where you get the money?" the money-lender said defiantly.
"Look here, will you get out!"
"I go too," Sammamon repeated.
Bofinger in a rage, stopped the cab, took the money-lender by the collar and deposited him roughly in the street, a move which later he was to regret. Then changing his mind he drove to the court where he had a warrant issued for Fargus's arrest as well as an injunction on the Union Bank on any sums standing in the name of Max Fargus. Returning to his office he hurriedly put himself in communication with his particular allies in the detective force, imploring them to ransack the city for a trace of Fargus.
Armed with his injunction he went next to the Union Bank, where he had himself announced to Gilday, the president, whom he knew.