"Yes," said Martin, "just as many as you like."
"Because the business which I have to propose is of rather a confidential character, and a great deal depends on its being kept secret."
"All right; I'm your man then."
"When I saw you in the restaurant," said Smith, "it struck me that you might answer our purpose. You look as if you could be trusted."
"So I can be," said Martin, pleased with the compliment. "I'll never say a word about the matter. What is it?"
"You shall learn presently,—that is, if my partner thinks we had better engage you."
"Where is your place of business?"
"We will go there. Let us jump into this horse-car."
They had reached Eighth Avenue, and entered a car bound downwards. When the conductor came along, Smith said, "I pay for two," indicating Martin. This was fortunate; for Martin's purse was at a low ebb, his entire stock of money being limited to fifty cents.
They rode some fifteen minutes, at the end of which Smith signalled to the conductor to stop.