“He has an honest face, though a dirty one,” he reflected. “He has earned the money I promised him.”
When Professor Puffer had disappeared from the scene he crossed to where the bootblack was standing.
“Well,” he said, “so he’s gone.”
“Yes.”
“You had quite a talk with him.”
“Yes. I fooled the old man. He’s goin’ to give me sixpence for lettin’ him know where you live.”
Bernard laughed.
“You can tell him any place you like,” he said.
“Then I’ll tell him you’re boardin’ with Queen Victoria at Buckingham Palace.”
“I don’t think he’ll give you sixpence for that.”