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"I dined here at 'Big Joe' Brady's restaurant with Jimmy Wells, my best friend and the finest fellow in the world. He and I had grown up here in New York, just like two brothers, together. I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. The next morning I was to start for the West to make- my fortune. Jimmy stayed in New York. He thought it was the only place on earth to live in. Well, we agreed that night that we would meet here again in exactly twenty years."
"It sounds pretty interesting," said the policeman. "Haven't you heard from your friend since you left?"
"Well, yes, for a time we corresponded, but after a year or two we lost tracks of each other."
The waiting man pulled out a watch, the lids of which were set with small diamonds.
"Three minutes to ten," he announced. "It was exactly ten o'clock when we parted here at the restaurant."
The policeman walked a step or two.
"I'll be on my way. I hope your friend comes here. Are you going to wait for him only till ten?"
"Oh, no," said the other. "I'll wait till half past ten at least. If Jimmy is alive on earth he'll be here by that time. Good night, officer!"
"Good night, sir," said the policeman, passing on,, trying the doors as he went.
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