He received no visitors but his friend, a young doctor.
"Physician's name, William Atwater, M.D.Mail and telegrams he gets at down-town office, your company's lawyers.

And he spends all his time running around at nights with Atwater or locked up with old Stillwell in his den down town.
"It's a poor harvest, Dennis," gruffly said Ferris.
"That's all there's in it," stolidly said the man.

"Shall I keep up the watch ?" "Yes, as usual," sadly replied Ferris, as he sped up Broadway to the Fifth Avenue.

The policeman snorted his contempt, when Ferris had turned the corner.
"A beggarly fifty! By God! I'll hold the boy down.

Somewhere in that funny little joint of a drug-store the secret lies.