"There, at the end of the wharf--the little Jew in furs!" I followed the direction of his eyes.

Below us on the dock, protected by two obvious members of the strong-arm squad, the great banker, philanthropist, and Hebrew, Adolph Meyer, was waiting.
We were so close that I could read his face.

It was stern, set; the face of a man intent upon his duty, unrelenting.

Without question, of a bad business Mr.Smedburg had made the worst.

I turned to speak to Talbot and found him gone.
His silent slipping away filled me with alarm.