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At nine o'clock that night, Bob Hutchinson, smoking, stood on the steps of the Central Hotel, in Kingsbridge, and waited. Presently two men, one stout and heavy, the other slender and quickstepping, came round the nearest corner, and hurried toward the steps. "Well, here he is! " muttered Hutchinson, recognizing the heavy man as Riley.
"Hist! " breathed the Bancroft manager, as he puffed up the steps. "Fraid you wouldn't be here. Let's not hang round. Take us up to y'ur room."