Within three hours of his ultimate destination! He knew all about
great cities. An hour after he left the train, if he so willed,
he could lose himself for all time.

>From the bottom of the kitbag he dug up a blue velours case, which
after a moment's hesitation he opened. Medals incrusted with
precious stones; but on the top was the photograph of a charming
girl. blonde as ripe wheat, and arrayed for the tennis court.
It was this photograph he wanted. Indifferently he tossed the case
upon the centre table, and it upset, sending the medals about with
a ring and a tinkle.

The man in the next room heard this sound, and his eye roved
desperately. Some way to peer into yonder room! But there was no
transom, and he would not yet dare risk the fire escape. The young
man raised the photograph to his lips and kissed it passionately.

Then he hid it in the lining of his coat, there being a convenient
rent in the inside pocket.

"I must not think!" he murmured. "I must not!"

He became the hunted man again. He turned a chair upend and placed
it under the window. He tipped another in front of the door. On
the threshold of the bathroom door he deposited the water carafe
and the glasses. His bed was against the connecting door. No man
would be able to enter unannounced. He had no intention of letting
himself fall asleep. He would stretch out and rest. So he lit his
pipe, banked the two pillows, switched out the light, and lay down.