"Don't you have plenty of custom ?" At this moment the door opened, Mr Candy entered, and the conversation stopped.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, sir," said the proprietor, passing some money to the cashier over the curtain, who, thereupon, handed two dollars and ninety-three cents to Lawrence through the little opening in front.
"If you call the day after to-morrow, the information will be ready for you," said Mr Candy, as the gentleman departed.
On the appointed day, Lawrence came again, and found nobody in the place but the cashier, who handed him a note.
"Mr Candy left this for you, in case he should not be in when you called," she said.
The note stated that the search for the address of Junius Keswick had opened very encouragingly, but as it was quite evident that said person was not now in the city, the investigations would have to be carried on on a more extended scale, and a deposit of three dollars would be necessary to meet expenses.
Lawrence looked from the note to the cashier, who had been watching him as he read.

"Does Mr Candy want me to leave three dollars with you ?" he asked.
"That's what he said, sir." "Well," said Lawrence, "I don't care about paying for unlimited investigation in this way.

If the gentleman I am in search of has left the city, and Mr Candy has been able to find out to what place he went, he should have told me that, and I would have decided whether or not I wanted him to do anything more." The face of the cashier appeared troubled.

"I think, sir," she said, "that if you leave the money, Mr Candy will do all he can to discover what you wish to know, and that it will not be very long before you have the address of the person you are seeking." "Do you really think he has any clew ?" asked Lawrence.
This question did not seem to please the cashier, and she answered gravely, though without any show of resentment: "That is a strange question after I advised you to leave the money." Lawrence had a kind heart, and it reproached him.

"I beg your pardon," said he.