"Then you won't get them here," said the girl, and the door was slammed in the boy's face.
"I've found out his name now," said Hake, "sure," and he repeated it over to himself until he was certain he could remember it. He retraced his steps to Fourth Avenue, and jumped on board a returning car, and was ere long landed at the druggist's shop.
"Well," said James Cromwell, looking up, "did you do as I told you?"
"Yes," said Hake.
"What did you find out?"
"His name is Paul Morton."
"Where does he live?"
"At No. —— West Twenty-ninth Street."
"What sort of house is it?"