CHAPTER IV.
"_A good plot, good friends, and full of expectation: an excellent plot, very good friends_." Steve went, not to a theatre, but to bed.

In the morning, after a few inquiries, he sauntered round to get his bearings.

He made these explorations afoot, opining that, at first, the use of street cars or the "L" would tend to confuse his orientation.

He contented himself with locating 25 Broad Street, without presenting his letter.
Incidentally, he left most of his cash in a safe-deposit drawer.
"For," he mused, "the touching attachment of my open-handed, prepossessing friend may not always ad-here to the lofty plane recognized by business ethics.

He may, at any time, abandon the refined and artistic methods of high finance for primitive, crude and direct means unworthy of his talents.