"I know where he lives," she said, "because our Bill rode away with him at the back of his cab, and saw where he got out. He's married now, and his wife sings at the music-hall, and he lives on her earnings. Quite the gentleman he is now, and smokes cigars all day long. There's his address, and thank you for the money. Oh," she said with a gasp. "To think that people can earn five pounds so easy."
"May the gold procure you happiness—such happiness as you desire!" said Lala Roy.
"It will nearly pay the quarter's rent. And that's about happiness enough for one morning."
Joe was sitting in his room alone, half asleep. In fact, he had a head upon him. He sprung to his feet, however, when he saw Lala Roy.
"Hallo!" he cried. "You here, Nig? How the devil did you find out my address?"
There was not only astonishment, but some alarm upon his countenance.
"Never mind. I want a little conversation with you, Mr. Joseph."
"Well, sit down and let us have it out. I say, have you come to tell me that you did sneak those papers, after all? What did you get for them?"
"I have not come to tell you that. I dare say, however, we shall be able, some day, to tell you who did steal the papers—if any were stolen, that is."
"Quite so, my jolly mariner. If any were stolen. Ho, ho! you've got to prove that first, haven't you? How's the old man?"