The block had evidently been, in its time, the homes of well-to-do people, but now it was rather dingy and gone to seed.

Across the street the first floors were, for the most part, small shops, and in the windows above them doctors' signs alternated with those of modistes, manicure artists, and milliners.
The captain had come a roundabout way, stopping in at the Moriarty flat, where he found Mrs.Moriarty in a curious state of woe and tearful pride.

"Oh, what will I do, sir ?" she moaned.

"When I think he's gone, it seems as if I'd die, too.

But, thanks to you and Miss Warren--Mary make it up to her!--my Pat'll have the finest funeral since the Guinny saloon man was buried.