He walked thoughtfully back to the office. There was something lonely, and yet wonderfully exhilarating, in the realization that he was now alone and in sole charge of the campaign. It braced him. For the first time in several weeks he felt positively light-hearted. CHAPTER XXIV THE CAMPAIGN QUICKENS Mr. Jarvis was as good as his word. Early in the afternoon he made his appearance at the office of _Peaceful Moments_, his forelock more than usually well oiled in honor of the occasion, and his right coat-pocket bulging in a manner that betrayed to the initiated eye the presence of his trusty "canister." With him, in addition, he brought a long, thin young man who wore under his brown tweed coat a blue-and-red striped sweater. Whether he brought him as an ally in case of need or merely as a kindred soul with whom he might commune during his vigil, did not appear. Pugsy, startled out of his wonted calm by the arrival of this distinguished company, gazed after the pair, as they passed into the inner office, with protruding eyes. John greeted the allies warmly, and explained Smith's absence. Mr. Jarvis listened to the story with interest, and introduced his colleague. "T'ought I'd let him chase along. Long Otto's his monaker." "Sure!" said John. "The more the merrier. Take a seat. You'll find cigars over there. You won't mind my not talking for the moment? There's a wad of work to clear up." This was an overstatement. He was comparatively free of work, press day having only just gone by; but he was keenly anxious to avoid conversation on the subject of cats, of his ignorance of which Mr. Jarvis's appearance had suddenly reminded him. He took up an old proof sheet and began to glance through it, frowning thoughtfully. Mr. Jarvis regarded the paraphernalia of literature on the table with interest. So did Long Otto, who, however, being a man of silent habit, made no comment. Throughout the seance and the events which followed it he confined himself to an occasional grunt. He seemed to lack other modes of expression. "Is dis where youse writes up pieces fer de poiper?" enquired Mr. Jarvis. "This is the spot," said John. "On busy mornings you could hear our brains buzzing in Madison Square Garden. Oh, one moment." He rose and went into the outer office. "Pugsy," he said, "do you know Broster Street?" "Sure." "Could you find out for me exactly when the man comes round collecting the rents?" "Surest t'ing you know. I knows a kid what knows anodder kid what lives dere." "Then go and do it now. And, after you've found out, you can take the rest of the day off." "Me fer dat," said Master Maloney with enthusiasm. "I'll take me goil to de Bronx Zoo." "Your girl? I didn't know you'd got a girl, Pugsy. I always imagined you as one of those strong, stern, blood-and-iron men who despised girls. Who is she?"