had to see the treasurer as well as the receiving teller. But twenty minutes after he had entered he hustled out with a new bank-book and check-book in his inside pocket, and the name on each was "Carmelita Drake."
He put his stomach in jeopardy by bolting down a three o'clock lunch at a soda fountain, boarded a subway uptown express, and caught the four o'clock local on the Long Island Railroad for Hedgewood.
The railroad journey seemed interminable. There was a long wait in the tunnel under New York and when the train reached the comparatively open stretches of Queens, with its scattered new factories and apartment house developments, and penetrated further into the more fragrant air and more natural scenery of rural Long Island, it appeared to be stopping every hundred yards or so to discharge armies of passengers and acres of trunks. There is, of course, nothing more local in the world than a local on the Long Island Railroad.
But at last, after traveling the distance in an hour and three-quarters which the express train did in an hour, the conveyance wheezed into the Hedgewood stations, one of the few pretty, new and clean stations along the line, and Dudley swung off upon the platform be-
