She lighted the gas for him, and he went in behind the bar and rummaged among some bottles and flasks that stood on the floor. At length he found one that seemed to suit him, and stood a moment looking intently at the label.
“Do you find what you want?”
“Yes, this will do first-rate.”
She followed him to the door, and said, as he stood on the step, “When am I to see you again?”
“In a few days.”
“Not to-morrow?”
“No, I'm afraid not. I expect to be out of the city over Sunday. I have to go where I'm sent, you know.”
“Do you know,” she said, with a smile, “you have not told me anything about your business? Why, I hardly think I know anything about you.”
“You will soon know enough.”
She smiled again. “Wait, you will have to be a little careful about coming. Mr. Murphy goes away about ten o'clock every night. You might come a little later, and then if Joe isn't here, I will be down. If you don't see me, you mustn't ask any questions.”