"Where can he be going to now?" queried Amy.
"He's going to take that east-bound Girard Avenue car."
"So he is. What can he mean to do in that part of town?"
They turned down Girard Avenue. The car was half a block in advance of
them.
"You're energetic enough in this pursuit," Amy shouted back to the doctor
as the machine fled over the stones, "even if you don't believe in it."
"Energetic in your service, now and always."
She made no answer.
This time her reflections were abruptly checked--as his had been on Broad
Street--by the cry of the other.
"See! He's getting off at the Girard Avenue Theatre."
Again they found a custodian for their bicycle and followed Appleton into a
theatre.
The young man stopped at the box-office in the long vestibule, bought
a ticket, and had a call made for a coupe. Then he passed through the
luxurious little foyer, beautiful with flowers and soft colours, and stood
behind the parquet circle railing.
Adelaide Randall's embodiment of "The Grand Duchess" held his attention for
a time. Haslam and Miss Winnett, to avoid the risk of being discovered by
him, sought the seclusion of the balcony stairs.
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