Larry came down the stairway from Hunt's studio in a mood of high elation.

Through Hunt's promise of cooperation he had at least made a start in his unformed plan regarding Maggie.

Somehow, he'd work out and put across the rest of it.
Then Hunt's prediction of the trouble that might rise through his silence recurred to Larry.

Indeed, that was a delicate situation!--containing all kinds of possible disasters for himself as well as for Hunt.

He would have to be most watchful, most careful, or he would find himself entangled in worse circumstances than at present.
As he came down into the little back room, his grandmother was sitting over her interminable accounts, each of which represented a little profit to herself, some a little relief to many, some a tragedy to a few; and many of which were in code, for these represented transactions of a character which no pawnshop, particularly one reputed to be a fence, wishes ever to have understood by those presumptive busy-bodies, the police.