“Where did she live?”
“In Hell’s Kitchen.”
“That’s a nice name!”
“It fits the place.”
“What was Mother Flintstone?”
“She fenced some times.”
“Oho!” The exclamation was followed by a prolonged whistle. “I see.”
The man, dropping Billy suddenly, took several turns about the room.
“Could you show me where she lived, boy?” he suddenly asked, coming back to the boy.
“I could——”