the man at the bar whom the boy had pointed out, until he and his heavy companion went out; then Dick fell into deep thought.
A wild, improbable suspicion had come to his mind, so improbable, so wild, that he felt ashamed to dwell on it. The likeness was familiar; so unlike, and yet so strangely like, that Dick hardly knew what to believe.
"Poor devil! Why should I allow a chance resemblance to make me accuse him of a thing so bad as that. He has enough to bear and answer for now, yet—yet— But it's too wild, too improbable. I'll forget it, I'll dismiss the thought from my mind; the messenger was surely mistaken, and I'll devote my evening to seeing about Maggie's sister. Here's to an evening free from all thoughts of that dead girl. And yet—it's very strange—I half believe"— Then, shrugging his shoulders, Dick impatiently drained his glass and started for Washington Square.
