"I'll tell Martin," said Dick to himself, "and ask his advice."
In a minute or two Bryant, still looking rather dissatisfied, came out with a small packet of cigarettes; and, standing in the doorway of an empty shop, he proceeded to share them with his companion.
This was Dick's opportunity, and, screening himself from their view by the aid of the passers-by, he slipped into the shop, which, save for the proprietor, was fortunately empty.
"Hullo, Dick; what is it?" said the man behind the counter. "You haven't taken to smoking, have you?"
"No," said Dick, who hardly knew how to begin his curious story.
"What is it then? Anything wrong at home?"
"No; we're all right, thanks. I say, Mr. Martin, what did that chap buy who was in here just now?"
"Packet of cigarettes," answered the man, looking in surprise at his questioner.
"Would you know him again?"
"Pick him out of a thousand, if you like."