"Union Place—two flights o' steps below John Peter Nanjulian's— left-hand side as you go up. But you can't have it out with him on suspicion only."
"Can't I?" said 'Bias grimly. "I'll ask him plain 'yes' or 'no.'
If he says 'yes,' I'll know what to do, and you may lay I'll do it."
"But if he says 'no'?"
"Then I'll call him a liar," promised 'Bias without a moment's indecision. "That'll touch him up, I should hope. . . . Where did you say he lives?"
At this moment there came a knock at the door and Fancy entered with the tea-tray.
"If you'd really like a talk with him," said Mr Rogers, blinking,
"maybe you'd best let the child here take you to his house. . . .
Eh, missy? Cap'n Hunken tells me as how he'd like to pay a call 'pon Mr
Philp, up in Union Place."
"Now?" asked Fancy.
"The sooner the better," answered 'Bias, crushing 'The Troy Herald' between his hands.
Fancy's hands, disencumbered of the tea-tray, began to twitch violently. "Very well, master," was all she said, however; and with that she left the room to fetch her hat and small cloak.
"I'd advise you to tackle Philp gently," was Mr Rogers's warning as soon as the pair were alone. "Not that I've any likin' for the man: but the point is, you've no evidence. He'll tell you—and, likely enough, with truth—as he never act'ally wrote what's printed."