Kirby remained but a day in Boston. What business he attended to Dean didn't know. He was left to his own devices, and managed to see Boston Common, Bunker Hill Monument, and to ride out on a Washington Street line of cars to Roxbury. Late in the evening he started for Chicago with Mr. Kirby, and two days later the two registered at the Commercial Hotel, corner of Lake and Dearborn Streets. Dean enjoyed the journey. He caught sight of the famous falls of Niagara, and would like to have stopped for a few hours there to see the cataract at his leisure, but of course didn't venture to make such a request of Mr. Kirby, who, as he knew, was traveling for his own purposes, not for the gratification of his private secretary. They reached Chicago in the morning and took breakfast at the hotel. After breakfast Kirby said, "Come out with me, Dean; I will show you a little of the city." Dean accepted the invitation with alacrity. The two walked through some of the principal thoroughfares. Dean was impressed by the large and handsome buildings everywhere to be seen in the business portions of the city. Finally they turned into a minor street, lined with smaller and less pretentious structures. Peter Kirby halted at last before a pawnbroker's office, with the three golden balls displayed above the entrance. "Oh, by the way, Dean," said Kirby, suddenly, "I am a little short of money, and must borrow some on an article I don't need at present." "Yes, sir?" said Dean, inquiringly. "This is a pawnbroker's office. Take this watch, and ask the pawnbroker to lend you twenty-five dollars on it. You can give him your own name, and for address you may say Buffalo." "But I don't live in Buffalo." "That doesn't matter. He will be more apt to let you have the money if he thinks you came from a distance. It isn't necessary to give the correct address." Mr. Kirby drew from his pocket the gold watch which Dean had seen in the stateroom of the Pilgrim, and which he was sure had been stolen from the elderly gentleman who had complained of being robbed. Dean started and flushed, as Kirby held the watch in his hand. "Is that your watch?" he asked. "No; it belongs to my wife. I shall redeem it before I return East. If the pawnbroker won't give you twenty-five dollars, get as much as you can. You look like a boy sharp at a bargain. Say that it belonged to your uncle." "Mr. Kirby," said Dean, "I would rather not do what you ask me." "What do you mean?" demanded Kirby, angrily. "What I say. I would rather not pawn that watch for you." "Look here, boy," said Kirby, roughly, "are you aware that you are behaving in a very foolish, not to say impudent manner?" "I have my reasons for declining," said Dean. "Why do you think I pay you wages?" asked Kirby, frowning. "I understood that I was to be your private secretary." "And a mighty easy place you have had so far!" "That is true, sir." "This is almost the first thing I have asked you to do, and you refuse."