"Well," with a look down the street, "I'm afraid you'll need the services of a friend before long—that you are about to experience a sensation you won't soon forget," replies Philander, coolly.
CHAPTER VI.
PAULINE POTTER'S HOUR COMES.
"It is possible!" declares John; "and under such circumstances I shall indeed be glad to have a friend in need. At the same time it seems as strange to me to think Pauline Potter can be here—that the Chicago actress whom I once adored and with a youth's ardor swore to make my wife, can be here and bothering her head about one John Craig, M.D."
"It will soon be known. You have a good description of this house which the man supposed to be Luther Keene brought?" asks Philander, showing unexpected business qualities; indeed, he is proving more of a wonder to the young Chicagoan every hour.
"Yes, and can find it easily enough by the red lamp in front," he replies.
"I see such a light along the strado."
"That is, in all probability, our destination."
They advance, and in another minute are at the door of the domicile marked so conspicuously with a red light.