"Anything wrong about it?"
"No. It's paid for, ain't it?"
"Yes."
"What time are you going to deliver the parcel?"
"Our wagon ought to reach there about five o'clock."
Old King Brady thanked him and they departed, leaving the clerk looking very much mystified over their peculiar actions.
The Bradys went to the Bleecker street address and saw that it was one of a row of old-fashioned brick houses with green blinds.
There was an ornamental iron stoop in front, and a furnished room sign hanging in one of the windows.
"Shall we go in?" asked Harry, hesitatingly.
"No. Wait for the wagon. We can then see who comes to the door. I presume they only have furnished rooms here."