Samuel returned to the office, but it was as deserted as ever. He therefore resolved to try what his blandishments could do with the chemist’s boy downstairs in the way of obtaining information.
That young gentleman, as the reader will remember, had been a bosom friend of Love in his day, and was animated to some extent by the spirit of his comrade.
“Hullo, my man!” said Sam, walking into the shop. “Governor’s out, then?”
“Yus.”
“Got any lollipops in those bottles?”
“Yus.”
“Any brandy-balls?”
“No.”
“Any acid-drops?”
“Yus.”