suggest its possibility.

"No, not the slightest clew."

"Better give it up, Mr. Felix, you're only wastin'
your time. Be worse maybe when you do come up
agin it." The ship-chandler was in earnest; every
intonation proved it.

O'Day arose from his seat and looked down at his
companion. "That is not my way, Carlin, nor is it
yours; and I have known you since I was a boy."

"And you are goin' to keep it up, Mr. Felix?"

"Yes, until I know the end or reach my own."

"Well, then, God's help go with ye!"

Into the shadows again--past long rows of silent
warehouses, with here and there a flickering gas-lamp--
until he reached Dover Street. He had still some work
to do up-town, and Dover Street would furnish a short
cut along the abutment of the great bridge, and so on
to the Elevated at Franklin Square.

He was evidently familiar with its narrow, uneven
sidewalk, for he swung without hesitation into the
gloom and, with hands hooked behind his back, his
stick held, as was his custom, close to his armpit, made