Naturally, however, the man outside had become suspicious.
"I can't wait," he said. "Meet me on the steps of the Astor House at
five o'clock with the money. I am obliged to hurry away now to a
business appointment."
Frank could think of no other pretext for delaying him, and was forced
to see him hurry away.
He hastened back to the office and gave the alarm.
"He has taken fright," said Robinson. "I fear we have lost him. Where
did he go?"
Frank, however, was too ignorant of city streets to give any accurate
information.
The consequence was that when the policeman appeared on the scene, there
was no occasion for his services.
"At any rate," said the broker, "we have secured a little of the
plunder. What is your name and address my boy? We may wish to
communicate with you."
Frank gave his name, and added the directions of his boarding house.
"Shall I meet the man at the Astor House?" he inquired, as he was
leaving the office.
"To be sure!" said Mr. Jones. "I came near forgetting that. Officer,
will you be on hand at the time?"
"Better employ a detective, sir, as my uniform would keep the thief at a
distance. I don't think he'll appear, at any rate.
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