“Fellow named Devore.”
“Devore? Guess I don’t know him. Not in school, is he?”
“No, he’s a guy lives in town. Works with the railroad, I think. Pretty decent sort and a clever lad with a cue. If I hadn’t been going mighty well to-night I wouldn’t have got a game, I guess. Gosh, that place was crowded, Bert!”
“Rooney’s?”
“No, Mooney’s, you coot!” Chick disappeared into the corridor in slippers and dressing-gown. Bert stared at the ceiling a moment and then got out of bed and consulted his watch. The little clock for once was right to a minute. When Chick returned from the lavatory Bert was apparently asleep and Chick turned out the light and got into bed. Silence reigned for a minute or two. Then Chick asked softly: “Asleep, Bert?”
“No, are you?”
“Sure! No, listen. Who do you suppose I met over on Meadow street, coming home?”
“Prince of Wales?”
“No; Johnny.”
After a moment Bert asked: “Did he see you?”