When he reached the Broadway Central, however, he changed his mind.
"What's the use ?" he thought, looking out upon the slop and snow.

"I couldn't buy into it.

It's a thousand to one nothing comes of it.

I guess I'll get off," and off he got.

In the lobby he took a seat and waited again, wondering what he could do.
While he was idly pondering, satisfied to be inside, a well dressed man passed up the lobby, stopped, looked sharply, as if not sure of his memory, and then approached.