That he was profoundly agitated, they could not doubt for a single moment.

All at once a little panic terror seemed to take possession of him.

He rose, seized his hat, jammed it over his ears, slapped a half-dollar upon the table, and strode from the restaurant.
This is what the read-headed man had read in the despatch; this is what Blix had written: "ALL IS DISCOVERED.

FLY AT ONCE." And never in all their subsequent rambles about the city did Blix or Condy set eyes upon the red-headed man again, nor did Luna's restaurant, where he seemed to have been a habitue, ever afterward know his presence.

He disappeared; he was swallowed up.