Van Bibber! Of course it was Van Bibber.

It must have been Van Bibber.

For when he reached Thirty-second Street a half-dozen men nodded to him in that casual manner in which men nod to a passing club-mate.
The particular club has since moved some thirty blocks uptown, but to the old building you will find frequent references not only in the Davis stories, but also in the novels of Robert W.Chambers, who was in the habit of indicating it as the Patroon.
Beyond Madison Square the novelists of earlier generations seldom went.
It is to the men of today, above all to those who have been specializing in what may be called the New York "_novel a la mode_" that we must turn in order to follow farther the trail.

Here is the stately street as portrayed in Mr.Chambers's "The Danger Mark," or "The Firing Line," or "The Younger Set," or in any one of a dozen swiftly moving serials of the hour, whether the author be Mr.Rupert Hughes, or Mr.Owen Johnson, or Mr.Gouverneur Morris, or Mr.Rex Beach.

The novel may serve its light purpose today and tomorrow be forgotten.