So, keep on here, but look out for yourself.
"I shall not come back to your rooms.

I will send for my luggage; go down to the Astor House, and you must not be seen in the streets with me.

I want Worthington to think that I have dug up his villainy all alone.
"Otherwise you would suffer in some strange way.
"When I open my battery, you must publicly resign your place by a simple telegram.

And then jump out of New York to some secret haunt until I telegraph you to come to Detroit and make your deeds for the stolen property." Clayton saw the cogency of his friend's reasoning, and, after agreeing to meet Witherspoon in the Astor Rotunda each evening until the sailing of the "Fuerst Bismarck," he proceeded to the office to take up the white man's burden.
Swinging down Fourteenth Street from Broadway, he paused once more to look at the lovely Danube scene smiling out from the window of the Newport Art Gallery.
It was an exquisite artist proof and bore the name of the Viennese artist and a pencilled address.

"I'll buy it at once," thought the man whose memory now brought back that lovely, wistful face.
As his foot was on the doorstep he paused.