He pays us money for them." Sweetwater gaped and strolled away.

He had used his eyes to purpose, and was quite assured that the bottle he wanted was not there.

But the woman's words had given him his cue, and when later in the day a certain old Jew peddler went his rounds through this portion of the city, a disreputable-looking fellow accompanied him, whom even the sharp landlady in Cuthbert Road would have failed to recognise as the same man who had occupied the snuggery the night before.

He was many hours on the route and had many new experiences with human nature.

But he gained little else, and was considering with what words he should acknowledge his defeat at police headquarters, when he found himself again at the markets and a minute later in the alley where the cart stood, with the contents of which he had busied himself earlier in the day.
He had followed the peddler here because he had followed him to every other back door and alley.