two o'clock before
`` He has some little game of his own , '' chuckled Lilienthal . `` Friend Fritz is a sly one . '' But the man , now burning with a new purpose in life , the puppet of strange destinies , dreamed only of a golden future as he lingered late that night at the Astor House with Jack Witherspoon . It was two o'clock before he returned to his lonely rooms to gloat over the picture and its promise of the future meeting . `` I shall be rich , '' he mused , `` and I will follow her to the end of the earth until I read the secret of those wonderful eyes . '' He little dreamed that even before he had paid Lilienthal the cheque , a carriage had stopped for a moment before Magdal 's Pharmacy , and Mr. Fritz Braun had heard , with a wild delight , the whispered words , `` The game is won ; he will come ! '' The busy devil prisoned in Braun 's heart laughed for very joy .