The routine of Felix's daily life had been broken this morning by the receipt of a letter.

The postman had handed it to him as he crossed the street from Kitty's to Kling's, the tramp who was sweeping the sidewalk having pointed him out.
"That's him," cried the tramp.

"That's Mr.O'Day.

Catch him before he gets inside his place, or you'll lose him.

Here, I'll take it." "You'll take nothin'.