To this succeeded a few inquiries, which Paul unsuspiciously answered.
“Do you like oysters?” inquired the new-comer, after a while.
“Very much.”
“Because I know of a tip top place to get some, just round the corner. Wouldn't you like some?”
Paul thanked his new acquaintance, and said he would.
Without more ado, his companion ushered him into a basement room near by. He led the way into a curtained recess, and both boys took seats one on each side of a small table.
“Just pull the bell, will you, and tell the waiter we'll have two stews.”
Paul did so.
“I suppose,” continued the other, “the governor wouldn't like it much if he knew where I was.”
“The governor!” repeated Paul. “Why, it isn't against the laws, is it?”