Part 34 (1/2)
”What for?”
”He claims I have been getting in on him.”
”I'll bet he's right, too.”
”Well, he isn't.”
”No, of course not,” returned Ferris, sarcastically. ”A fellow who would----”
”Shut up, you monkey!” cried Hardwick, getting angry. ”You know too much.”
”Well, when am I to have that money?”
”To-morrow.”
”Sure?”
”Yes. I'll get it for you.”
”What will you do--bleed old Allen?”
”Never mind, I'll get it, and that's enough. By the way, I want you to do something for me.”
”What is it?”
”Deliver a letter to Tommy Macklin. I have got an engagement to-night, and I want Tommy to get the letter before morning.”
”All right. Hand it over. Where are you going now?”
”Home to get shaved and fixed up and have a nap. I was up all night, and I feel it.”
”You're going it pretty strong.”
”Don't preach, d.i.c.ky, my boy. For your age, I think you go it pretty well yourself.”
Ferris laughed and stuffed the letter Hardwick handed him into his pocket. Then the two separated.
Hal pondered for a moment, and then concluded to follow d.i.c.k Ferris.
Hardwick was going home, ”I wish I knew what was in that letter,”
thought Hal, as he shadowed Ferris up Broadway to Park Row. ”It may be something that has to do with the missing tin box.”
Ferris pa.s.sed the entrance to the Brooklyn Bridge, and then turned into a side street.
”I'll wager he's going to the same place Hardwick visited the other night,” exclaimed Hal to himself.
With increased interest he followed Ferris, until the latter came to a narrow and dirty alley-way, piled high on one side with empty boxes and barrels.