Drop in and see me, on the d.

q." Two hours later, from a dark angle opposite, Officer McNerney saw Emil Einstein, with swinging steps, cigar in mouth, speed along eastwardly.
In plain clothes, his brow covered with a soft hat, the athletic policeman dashed along, keeping his prey in view.

The lightning change of uniform gave him a clear protection, and in the thirty minutes of his necessary absence, the mustache which was McNerney's pride had disappeared.
"Either he goes to his girl, or else to meet the woman of the carriage," mused the man, who had sworn to reach a portion of the now heavily increased award.

"Once I locate his 'stamping ground,' I am on the road to success." It was twenty minutes before the excited McNerney saw Einstein slacken his determined pace down the Bowery.

McNerney's heart beat, in wild hopes, as the lad, with furtive glances around, began to linger around the corner of the Dry Dock Bank.
"Is it the ten dollars burning in his pocket ?" murmured the excited man.