Meant to have gone to Sam McFaddon's last night, but got into a muss with old Sal and Norah, and was locked up." "They make ten hits up there to one at Sam McFaddon's," said Jerkin, again twitching his thumb over his shoulder.

"It's the luckiest office I ever heard of.

Two or three hits every day for a week past--got a lucky streak, somehow.

If you go in anywhere, take my advice and go in there," lifting his hand and twitching his thumb upward and over his shoulder again.
The two girls passed from the room, and the door was shut and locked inside.

No sooner had they done so than Jerkin made a new examination of the articles, and after satisfying himself as to their value proceeded to put them out of sight.