Nick himself made his way to the Zetler Bank to find Mr. Cary almost in a state of collapse. A messenger had brought him a letter from the Brown Robin. It read: “Dear Papa Cary: Your little present of last night only went a little way. I want more for some expenses I have. You must be at the corner of Fourth Avenue and Twenty-eighth Street this afternoon at five o’clock. Be prompt, now, because there will be some one there to bring you to me. And bring some money. A nice good lot. Don’t fail, if you do—— “The Brown Robin.” When Nick had read this letter, Mr. Cary handed him a photograph which he said had been brought in but a short time before, carefully wrapped up. Nick saw that it was one taken by flashlight. It showed a woman sitting on Mr. Cary’s knee, her arms about his neck, his face showing plainly. Nick thought it was about as compromising a picture as a respectable elderly gentleman of family could be tortured with, and one of which clearly no explanation could be given to offset or contradict the story it told. He studied the woman’s face, or so much as she showed. There was art in the way it was shown, yet concealed. “Tear it up and burn it,” he said. “You must not have it lying about your desk.” And while Mr. Cary was engaged in the work of destroying the damaging photograph, Nick was busily thinking. Finally he asked: “Have you nerve enough to keep this engagement with the Brown Robin and carry her another hundred dollars?” Against this Mr. Alpheus Cary protested warmly, declaring that he never again would voluntarily see the woman. But Nick’s persuasive powers must have been great, for shortly after four o’clock Mr. Cary was seen to leave the bank, and had he been followed, it would have been seen that his way was up Fourth Avenue. CHAPTER V. THE BROWN ROBIN DINES. As the hour of five approached, an elderly gentleman who would have been recognized by any of the directors of the Zetler Bank as Mr. Alpheus Cary, its president, could be seen on the corner of Twenty-eighth Street and Fourth Avenue. He was looking in every direction, and peering into the face of every man who approached him, exhibiting a nervousness and an anxiety which showed that he regarded his mission at that place as everything but pleasant. Frequently he took out his handkerchief and mopped his face; altogether, he made himself rather conspicuous on the corner. Finally, as five o’clock was reached, a young man Patsy would have recognized as the one who went to sleep in the hotel after writing two letters, came up from some unknown place, for Mr. Alpheus Cary thought he sprang from the earth. “Mr. Cary, I believe,” said this young man, addressing the elderly gentleman. “That is my name,” replied Mr. Cary, nervously. “I thought that I recognized you,” said the young man. “Are you the one——” But he was interrupted.