"For this once," said Jack, "I'll have a prime Dantzic Hotel breakfast. After this week, my room won't cost me anything, and I can begin to lay up money. I won't ride down town, though; except in the very worst kind of winter weather."
It delighted him to walk down that morning, and to know just where he was going and what work he had before him.
"I'm sure," he thought, "that I know every building, big and little, all the way along. I've been ordered out of most of these stores. But I've found the place that I was looking for, at last."
The porters of Gifford & Company had the store open when Jack got there, and Mr. Gifford was just coming in.
"Ogden," he said, in his usual peremptory way, "put that press-work on the paper-bags right through, to-day."
"One moment, please, Mr. Gifford," said Jack.
"I've hardly a moment to spare," answered Mr. Gifford. "What is it?"
"A customer," said Jack; "the Hotel Dantzic. I can find more of the same kind, perhaps."
"Tell me," was the answer, with a look of greater interest, but also a look of incredulity.
Jack told him, shortly, the substance of his talk with Mr. Keifelheimer, and Mr. Gifford listened attentively.