"Well, I should smile," answered the hanger-on eagerly.
"You saw that gentleman who was here a while ago—him with the silk hat and gold-headed cane."
"Of course I did."
"Go over to the Broxton Club, near Union Square, and see if he is there. Call for Mr. Bulson. If you find him, tell him to come at once."
"All right," said Con Worden, and hurried off.
CHAPTER XVIII.
IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY
The Broxton Club was a fashionable resort for young gentlemen who usually had more money than brains. It was located near the upper side of Union Square, and the club apartments consisted of a parlor, a dining and wine room, and a room for card-playing. In the latter apartment gambling went on at nearly all hours of the day and night.
Reaching the club Homer Bulson found several congenial companions, and presently sat down to a game of cards. Bets were made, first at a dollar, then at five, and then at ten and twenty. Bulson had no luck, and soon lost forty dollars.
"I'm on the wrong side to-night," was his dismal comment, and he went to the wine room to forget his losses in the flowing bowl.
He had just finished a glass of liquor when a servant came to him.
"A man at the door to see you, sir," said the servant. "Says he has a private message for you."
Wondering who the messenger could be, Homer Bulson hurried below and found Con Worden awaiting him.
"You want to see me?" he questioned sharply. He did not like the dilapidated appearance of the hanger-on.
"Are you the gent that just came from Sam Pepper's place?"
"What if I am?" asked Bulson cautiously.
"He says he wants to see you at once."
"At once?"
"That's it."
"He didn't say what about?"
"No."
"All right; I'll be over as soon as I can get there."
"I'll tell him that."
Homer Bulson expected Worden to make off at once, but the hanger-on did not budge.
"Well, aren't you going?" asked the young man sharply.
"Certainly, sir; soon as I git paid," said Worden coolly.
"Oh, that's it! What do you want?"
"It's worth a quarter, aint it?"
"I suppose so," answered Bulson carelessly, and passed over a silver piece.
"Thanks; I'm off now," said Con Worden, and speedily disappeared.
In a few minutes Homer Bulson followed the man, and it did not take him long to reach Sam Pepper's resort once more.
As he entered he found Pepper in the act of clearing out all the hangers-on, including Worden, who had just received the quarter promised to him.
"Well, what is it?" asked Homer Bulson.
"I've got news that I guess will surprise you," was the answer.
"What is it?"
"You want to find your cousin Gertrude."
"I do."
"What will you give me for finding her for you?"
"Oh, I don't know. What do you want?"
"Is it worth a hundred dollars?"
"What, for just finding her?"
"For finding her and putting her in your power."
"Can you put her in my power?"
"Perhaps I can."
"When?"
"Very soon,—if you'll pay the hundred."
"I will," returned Bulson eagerly. "Perhaps you've got her in your power already," he went on hastily.
"I have."
"Where?"
"Here."