“Oh, well,” replied the caller, with a nervous laugh, “have it as you please. I have left money with you before and haven’t suffered. But say——”
As the keen eyes flitted around the store, he saw Mike Murphy sitting under one of the lamps and looking as if he was not listening to their conversation. Mr. Kupfer leaned over the counter and lowered his voice:
“Who is he?”
“A young gentleman.”
“I don’t like his looks.”
“Then I advise you not to look at him,” was the reply.
“How long is he going to hang round the store?”
“Just so long as it suits his pleasure to do so. He and two of his friends are going to take supper and stay overnight with us.”
“Do you know anything about the two?”
“I have never seen them, and I never saw this young gentleman till this afternoon.”