Two hours later they landed in the Grand Central Depot, and without loss of time started for Hudson Street.
[CHAPTER XIII.]
OLD SPICER AND KILLETT IN TAYLOR'S SALOON.
As Old Spicer stepped from the train in the Grand Central Depot, a hand closed about his arm and he was drawn out of the crowd and led by a roundabout way into Vanderbilt Avenue, and so into a quiet room of the hotel on the corner.
"That was very well done, Adam," said the old detective to his companion, when they were both comfortably seated. "I don't quite see how you managed it."
"Oh, it's easy enough when you know how," returned Detective Killett with a smile. "And now that we are here by ourselves, tell me what's up."
"You received my telegram all right?"
"Yes. I happened to be at the office, and so received it in less than a quarter of an hour after you sent it."
"That's better than the telegraph people usually do."