"Oh!—gone into the Stock Exchange, eh?"
"Well, I haven't been any further than the gallery yet; but that's all right. You don't want ter put in a piece of pie with this corned beef, an' take the chance of a rise in Western Union for the pay, do you?"
"No, I guess not. It would be too much like speculatin'."
"Well, I didn't s'pose you would; but I'm comin' 'round here in the mornin' to give your boss some points about runnin' his business," Carrots replied; and, handing over his money, he walked with a majestic air into the street.
Having thus refreshed the inner man, Carrots bent his way in the direction of the station-house.
It was his intention to ask for an interview with the prisoner who had been arrested in City Hall Park, and he felt extremely doubtful whether this request would be granted, until he entered the building and recognized in the sergeant behind the desk an old customer.
His surprise at meeting a friend, when he had expected to see the stern visage of a mere servant of justice, was quite as great as it was pleasing; and he marched up to the desk and said, familiarly:
"If I'd knowed you was here, I'd 'a' come before."
"I don't want my boots shined now. See you outside in the morning," said the sergeant.
"But I ain't shinin'; I'm on business."