"Room above, sir."
"I'll go up and see him. If it's somebody I don't want to see, I'll choke you."
"Yes, sir," said Daniel humbly.
As Johnson went out, Daniel lingered a moment, and, in a hoarse whisper, said to Grit: "It's him."
"Who is it?" asked Grit puzzled.
"It's the man you sent me to."
"Good! You're a trump, Daniel," said Grit joyfully.
A minute after a confused noise was heard in the room above. Daniel turned pale.
"Tell him where I am, Daniel," said Grit, as the boy timidly left the room.