"Then all I know is, he moved in three days ago, and he moved out two hours ago. What he did between-times I don't know. But he paid for the room for a month in advance, so nobody's mournin' his loss."
"Didn't he say why he was going, or where?"
"Divil a word did he say. He was in a hurry, that lad. He had a gang of three men with him, and they had the place empty in ten minutes. I lent 'em a hand, an' he give me a dollar, and that's the last I saw of him."
A sudden thought struck the watchman. "Where was you all the time?" he asked with interest.
"In the cellar."
The watchman nodded, understandingly.
"You're too young for that sort of thing, me boy. Now, I'm no teetotaler meself," he went on argumentatively. "A glass once in a while is all right, if a man knows whin to stop. But—"
"How about that hat?" interrupted the restive victim of this homily. "Have you got one handy?"
"I have."
The watchman disappeared into a shadowy corner and returned with a battered derby.