Mr. Annister planned to pay these back taxes without Mr. Bradner's knowledge and so become the owner of the building, which was quite valuable. But it needed about two weeks before his trick could be consummated, and with Roy on hand in New York it might not go through at all. For the real estate agent realized, that as Roy had already begun to investigate the property, he might not stop there, but go further discover that the taxes were unpaid, and have his father pay them in the two weeks that remained, thus keeping the title of the building and land in Mr. Bradner's name. "I must prevent that at all costs!" exclaimed the agent, as he sat in his office, when Roy had gone. "I have gone too far to back out now. And I will not be thwarted by a mere boy. Bah! Why should I be afraid of him? If I can get him out of the way--if I can have him disappear for two weeks, I can snap my fingers at him and his father too. Then I'll no longer be the agent for the Bleecker Building--I'll be the owner, and a wealthy man!" He gave himself up to day-dreams of what this would mean. He was brought back from it, however, by the necessity of getting Roy out of the way. "I wonder how I can do it?" he murmured. At present Caleb Annister could see no way of bringing this about. He decided to go out for dinner, thinking, perhaps, some plan might occur to him. As he was walking along the street he almost collided with a man who was hurrying along in the opposite direction. "I beg your pardon!" exclaimed Mr. Annister. "Certainly. My fault entirely," replied the other. "I--why, if it isn't Caleb Annister," he went on. "How are you?" "Phelan Baker!" cried Mr. Annister, in a tone of surprise. "I thought you were out West." "I was, but I arrived in New York this morning." "And how are Sutton and Hynard?" went on Mr. Annister. "I haven't seen them since that affair of--" "Hush! Don't mention such things in public," cautioned Mr. Baker, for what Mr. Annister referred to was a swindling game in which Baker and his cronies had been involved, and the discovery of which had made it necessary for them to leave the city awhile. "The boys are all right," went on Mr. Baker. "Tupper is with them. In fact they came on to New York with me. We were delayed on the road." He did not say this was caused by the necessity for fleeing after robbing Mortimer De Royster. "We're at the same hotel. By the way," he went on, "you couldn't lend me fifty dollars; could you? I'm short, and the boys have very little. We haven't had any luck lately. I'd like fifty dollars for a few days. Can you let me have it?" "I'm sorry," began Mr. Annister. "I'd like to, but the truth is I have some heavy bills to meet, and people who owe me money, have not paid me. Otherwise--"