"Twenty years ago tonight," said the man, "I had dinner here with Jimmy Wells, my best friend in the world. He and I grew up together here in New York, like two brothers. The next morning I was to start for the West to make my fortune. That night we agreed to meet here again in exactly twenty years, whatever our condition or distance." "It sounds interesting," said the policeman. "Have you heard from your friend since you left?" "For a while we wrote," said the man, "but after a year or two we lost track of each other. Still, I know Jimmy will meet me here if he is alive, for he was always the truest friend in the world. I came a thousand miles to stand in this door tonight, and it is worth it if my old partner comes." The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch. "Three minutes to ten," he said. "It was exactly ten o'clock when we parted here." "I will go on my way. I hope your friend comes," said the policeman. "Good night, officer," said the man, and the policeman passed on, trying doors as he went.