Well, I'm keeping you from your work." Bill rose.
"Help yourself to these cigars," said Warrington gratefully, passing the box.
Bill took three.
"Good night, Richard." "Good night, Mr.Osborne.If by any good luck I become mayor of Herculaneum, I'll not forget your service to-night." "That's all that's necessary for me;" and Bill bowed himself out.

He layed his course for his familiar haunts.
Warrington turned to his work again.

But the news he had just received disturbed all connected thought, so he put the manuscript away.

So the first gun had been fired! They had sent a man to hunt up his past in New York.

He looked back, searching this corner and that, but he could not recall anything that would serve McQuade's purpose.