"Isthatyou,Bob?"heasked,doubtfully. "Isthatyou,JimmyWells?"criedthemaninthedoor. "Blessmyheart!"exclaimedthenewarrival,graspingboththeother'shandswithhisown."It'sBob,sureasfate.IwascertainI'dfindyouhereifyouwerestillinexistence. Well,well,well!---twentyyearsisalongtime.Theoldrestaurant'sgone,Bob;Iwishithadlasted,sowecouldhavehadanotherdinnerthere.HowhastheWesttreatedyou,oldman?" "Bully;ithasgivenmeeverythingIaskeditfor.You'vechangedlots,Jimmy.Ineverthoughtyouweresotallbytwoorthreeinches." "Oh,IgrewabitafterIwastwenty." "DoingwellinNewYork,Jimmy?" "Moderately.Ihaveapositioninoneofthecitydepartments.Comeon,Bob;we'llgoaroundtoaplaceIknowof,andhaveagoodlongtalkaboutoldtimes." Thetwomenstartedupthestreet,arminarm.ThemanfromtheWest,hisegotismenlargedbysuccess,wasbeginningtooutlinethehistoryofhiscareer.Theother,submergedinhisovercoat,listenedwithinterest. Atthecornerstoodadrugstore,brilliantwithelectriclights.Whentheycameintothisglareeachofthemturnedsimultaneouslytogazeupontheother'sface. ThemanfromtheWeststoppedsuddenlyandreleasedhisarm. "You'renotJimmyWells,"hesnapped."Twentyyearsisalongtime,butnotlongenoughtochangeaman'snosefromaRomantoapug." "Itsometimeschangesagoodmanintoabadone,"saidthetallman."You'vebeenunderarrestfortenminutes,'Silky'Bob.Chicagothinksyoumayhavedroppedoverourwayandwiresusshewantstohaveachatwithyou.Goingquietly,areyou?That'ssensible. Now,beforewegoontothestationhere'sanoteIwasaskedtohandyou.Youmayreadithereatthewindow.It'sfromPatrolmanWells." ThemanfromtheWestunfoldedthelittlepieceofpaperhandedhim.Hishandwassteadywhenhebegantoread,butittrembledalittlebythetimehehadfinished.Thenotewasrathershort. Bob:Iwasattheappointedplaceontime.WhenyoustruckthematchtolightyourcigarIsawitwasthefaceofthemanwantedinChicago.SomehowIcouldn'tdoitmyself,soIwentaroundandgotaplainclothesmantodothejob.