When Fourth Avenue was reached he lifted his head for the first time.

A lighted window had attracted his attention--a wide, corner window filled with battered furniture, ill-assorted china, and dented brass--one of those popular morgues that house the remains of decayed respectability.
Pausing automatically, he glanced carelessly at the contents, and was about to resume his way when he caught sight of a small card propped against a broken pitcher.

"Choice Articles Bought and Sold--Advances Made." Suddenly he stopped.

Something seemed to interest him.

To make sure that he had read the card aright, he bent closer.