"I will," said the watchman calmly. Though good-humored, he seemed a man of few words. "And who might you be?" he added.
"I came in last night with Mr. Shaw, and I spent the night here. When I woke up," added Laurie drily, "I found that my host had moved."
The watchman sadly shook his head.
"You're a young lad," he said, with friendly sympathy. "'Tis a pity you've got into these habits."
Laurie grinned at him. He had discovered that his money, like his watch, was safe in his pockets. Taking out a bill, he showed it to his companion.
"Do you like the looks of that?" he inquired.
"I do," admitted the watchman, warmly.
"Tell me all you know about Shaw, and take it for your trouble."
"I will," promptly agreed the other, "but 'tis not much you'll get for your money, for 'tis little enough I know. The man you're talkin' about, I suppose, is the fat fella with eyes you could hang yer hat on, that had the back room on the ground floor."
"That's the one."