CHAPTER II.
THE BEGINNING OF FLIGHT Mr.Ridgeway paced back and forth outside the iron gates in the Grand Central Station on the afternoon of April 1st, 190--, a smile of anticipation and a frown of impatience alternating in his fresh, young face.

Certain lines of care seemed to have disappeared since we saw him last, nearly a week ago, and in their stead beamed the light of a new-found interest in life.

Now and then he took from his pocket a telegram; spectators stared amusedly at him as he read and reread: DETROIT, MICHIGAN, March 81, 190--.
To H.B.

Ridge: Got away safely.

Meet me Forty-second Street, New York, to-morrow at three.