his other pockets, but
apparently he did not find what he was looking for. Orme wondered what it
might be.

The search continued. A piece of twine, a pocket-knife, a handkerchief,
were produced in turn and inspected. At last he brought out a greenback,
glancing at it twice before returning it to his pocket. Orme knew that it
must be the marked bill. But Maku was looking for something else. His
cheek glistened with perspiration; evidently he had lost something of
value. After a time, however, he stopped hunting his pockets, and seemed
to resign himself to his loss--a fact from which Orme gathered that the
object of his search was nothing so valuable that it could not be
replaced.

When he had been quiet for a time, he again produced the greenback, and
examined it attentively. From the way he held it, Orme judged that he was
looking at the well-remembered legend: "Remember Person You Pay This To."
Presently he turned it over and held it closer to his eyes. He was, of
course, looking at the abbreviated directions.

"You'd think that Jap had never seen money before," remarked the
conductor.

"Perhaps he hasn't--that kind," replied Orme.

"Maybe he guesses it's a counterfeit."

"Maybe."

"Looks as though he was trying to read the fine print on it."

"Something you and I never have done, I imagine," said Orme.

"That's a fact," the conductor chuckled. "I never noticed anything about
a bill except the color of it and the size of the figure."

"Which is quite enough for most men."

"Sure! But I bet I pass on a lot of counterfeits without knowin' it."

"Very likely. The Jap has evidently finished his English lesson. See how
carefully he folds the bill before he puts it away."

"We're comin' to the barns," said the conductor. "Far as we go."

As he spoke, the car slowed down and stopped, and Maku arose from his
seat. Orme was at the top of the steps, ready to swing quickly to the
ground, if Maku left the car by the rear door. But the Japanese turned to
the forward entrance. Orme waited until Maku had got to the ground, then
he, too, descended.

Maku did not turn at once toward the Clark Street car that was waiting to
start down-town. He stood hesitant in the street. After a moment, his
attention seemed to be attracted by the lights of an all-night
restaurant, not far away, and he crossed the street and walked rapidly to
the gleaming sign.

Orme followed slowly, keeping on the other side of the street. If Maku