"Tell Mr Candy to keep me frequently informed of the progress of the affair," said he, "and if he is really of any service to me I am willing to pay him, but not otherwise." "That will be all right," said the cashier, "and if Mr Candy is--is prevented from doing it, I'll write to you myself, and keep you posted." As soon as the customer had gone, the boy, who had been sitting on the counter, thus spoke to the cashier: "You know very well that old Mintstick has given that thing up!" "I know he has," said the girl, "but I have not." "You haven't anything to do with it," said the boy.
"Yes, I have," she answered.

"I advised that gentleman to pay his money, and I'm not going to see him cheated out of it.

Of course, Mr Candy doesn't mean to cheat him, but he has gone into that business about the origin of the tame blackberry, and there's no knowing when he'll get back to this thing, which is not in his line, anyway." "I should say it wasn't!" exclaimed the boy with a loud laugh.

"Sendin' me to look up them two Keswicks, who was both put down as cordwainers in year before last's directory, and askin' 'em if there was any Juniuses in their families." "Junius Keswick, did you say?
Is that the name of the gentleman Mr Candy was looking for ?" "Yes," said the boy.
Presently the cashier remarked: "I am going to look at the books." And she betook herself to the desk at the back part of the shop.
In about half an hour she returned and handed to the boy a memorandum upon a scrap of paper.

"You go out now to your lunch," she said, "and while you are out, stop at the St.Winifred Hotel, where Mr Candy found the name of Junius Keswick, and see if it is not down again not long after the date which I have put on this slip of paper.