And as soon as banks and offices began to take down their shutters, he hurried off to his interview with the carrying-agent.
The latter's place of business was behind Great Collins Street, in a lane reached by a turnpike.

Found with some trouble, it proved to be a rude shanty wedged in between a Chinese laundry and a Chinese eating-house.

The entrance was through a yard in which stood a collection of rabbit-hutches, while further back gaped a dirty closet.
At the sound of their steps the man they sought emerged, and Mahony could not repress an exclamation of surprise.

When, a little over a twelvemonth ago, he had first had dealings with him, this Bolliver had been an alert and respectable man of business.

Now he was evidently on the downgrade; and the cause of the deterioration was advertised in his bloodshot eyeballs and veinous cheeks.