“Does he sell suspenders?”
“Not that I ever heard of.”
“Collar buttons, maybe yet, eh?”
“No, I guess not.”
“Den he keeps a store alretty yet?”
“I guess not.”
“Oh, vell, den I doan knows him by yet. I only know peoples vat is in business. Run avay, leedle poy, an’ doan bodder mit a business man,” and then, while Larry watched him, the old fellow went back, leaving his door open, and proceeded to resume his slumbers in an easy-chair, whence Larry had aroused him.
“I guess I’ll get very little information here,” thought the searcher. Yet he would not give up. Not until he had knocked at the last door did he get any trace, and that came when he had almost despaired.
A woman answered the door, and, at the sight of Larry, she began to scream in a loud voice, and cried out:
“Goniff! Goniff! Goniff!”