§5. That was a busy night for the president and cashier of more than one bank in New York City, and for certain gentlemen whose business it is to negotiate for loans from banks in other cities. Judge Stein’s telephonic talk with City Chamberlain Kilgour was as effective as the conversation with president Osserman. It is in the chamberlain’s official province to deposit municipal funds with almost whatsoever institution he chooses, and to withdraw such funds as he may elect: the thin, energetic figure of Kilgour, long familiar to the tents of Tammany, was this evening hurrying from private houses to Madison Square Clubs and from clubs to Broadway cafés. The swift, quiet motor-car of ex-Judge Stein was busy, too. §6. Somebody else was busy: Patrolman Guth. Patrolman Guth, in citizen’s garb, was standing almost invisible in the shadowy alley behind a saloon near Forty-third Street and Third Avenue, and was muttering to the darkness. And at last the darkness answered. "I’m on," said the darkness. *CHAPTER IX* §1. "No, sir; she’s gone out," said the servant that answered Luke’s ring at the door of the Forbes house and his inquiry for Betty on the afternoon of his interview with Judge Stein. "To town?" asked Luke. "Yes, sir; I think so. I think she’s gone over to Mr. Nicholson’s Hester Street mission." Luke had frequently met the Rev. Pinkney Nicholson; he liked him. The young clergyman was a friend of both Forbes and Forbes’s daughter. The latter often helped in Nicholson’s slum-missionary work; an attendance at Nicholson’s church of St. Athanasius was the only occupation that brought Forbes and Betty even slightly into touch with the world of the Ruysdaels. With Betty, Luke often went to the Sunday morning services. Indeed, he had recently become a consistent member of the congregation, partly because Betty liked the church and partly because Luke himself admired Nicholson’s simple and forcible eloquence and believed enough in Nicholson’s philanthropy to forgive a ritualism that in itself had only a superficial appeal for him. "She didn’t say when she would be back?" Luke inquired. Until this moment he had not known how badly he wanted to see her. "No, sir. By dinner-time, I guess. Would you like to leave any message, Mr. Huber?" "Only that if she isn’t going out this evening, I’ll call." "Very well, sir." Luke had hurried to the Forbes house in Brooklyn as soon as Stein left him, for he knew that Betty was usually at home from three o’clock in the afternoon until five; but the Judge had consumed some time; there was a block in the subway and another block on the surface-line at the subway’s end: Luke had missed Betty. There was nothing to be done but to return to town, where he should have remained in order to be in touch with the new friends that were announcing him as their certain chance for the district-attorneyship.