Quackenbush returned to the hotel, while Old Spicer and Rouse followed the murderers.
They walked across town till they reached Third Avenue, then taking the elevated road, they proceeded to Grand Street, where they alighted.
Hurrying down Grand Street, they turned into a side street, and, after walking some distance, stopped before a dingy-looking building; then, with a hasty glance around, they entered the basement, which, to all appearances, was fitted up as a saloon.
"Come," said Old Spicer, starting to descend the steps.
"Hold up a minute!" exclaimed Rouse, "I know this place. It's about the worst in town."
"No matter, we must enter it."
"All right. But, if you're bound to go in, we'd better disguise ourselves, and we'd better have help."
"That's reasonable enough."
"Then come around the corner. There's a cop that'll keep an eye on the place till we get back."
"Beckon to him."