"Who?" asked the woman, peering at him curiously.
"Miss Bostwick."
"You'll have to come this evening."
"Oh! She has—has gone to work already?"
"My stars! Do you know what time it is, young man?" demanded the lodging-house keeper. "It's after ten o'clock."
Already Tunis Latham's hopes began to sink.
"Then—then she goes to work early?"
"Lemme tell you, them that works for Hoskin & Marl have to show up by eight or they lose their jobs."
"And she will not be in until evening?" he repeated.
"'Bout seven. She gets her supper before she comes home. I don't give meals."