"Yis, I know all thot," she interrupted. "You almost worried the poor man to death."
"Well," said Moore, half seriously, "you are getting even with me now, are n't you?"
"Niver mind thot. If you don't pay me, out you walk this day, me bucko."
"Won't you let me run if I prefer it?"
"No impudence! When will you pay me?"
Moore turned to Buster, interrogatively.
"When, my lad, will it be most convenient for us to pay Mrs. Malone?" he asked, gravely.
Buster scratched his head and pondered, but no answer was forthcoming, so Moore decided to depend upon his own resources for a satisfactory reply.
"After I am dressed," said he. "Come back in half an hour when I am dressed and I 'll pay you."
"Very well, then," replied Mrs. Malone, "I 'll come up again in half an hour by the clock. And no tricks. I 'm watching the hall, so you can't get away. Do you hear? I'm watching the hall."