They've got their spotters, too, in all the big bar-rooms, and all around the gambling houses, the race courses, Wall Street and the Tenderloin.
"Now, after Clayton left, to-day, Ferris the lawyer came in and told Mr.Robert Wade, that's our chief manager, that the Fidelity Company would make their written reports twice a month to him, while the lawyer's gone." "I must have these reports!" cried Braun, forgetting the raised pitch of his voice, but the Venus and Tannhauser coterie around were all now fondly busied with each other.
"I can get them! I have a key to Wade's own desk," glibly mouthed the young spy.
"How did you get it ?" eagerly demanded the astonished Braun.
"I had it made to get at his cigars," proudly boasted the unabashed lad.

"Wade keeps a couple of boxes of the best Havanas on Company account, for the 'big customers.' Yes, and a drop of good old cognac, too.
"There's often a bit of fun behind the ground glass partitions.
I've scraped a little eye hole." "You are your sly mother's own darling imp," growled Braun, bringing out his pocketbook.

"She was the devil's own, too, before she got old and lost her good looks," he sighed.
"Tell me," said he, selecting a note with grave deliberation, "how much did Clayton deposit to-day ?" "Only thirty-eight thousand," contemptuously answered the boy, as he clutched the note now held out to him.

"Sometimes it's a round hundred thousand," continued Emil, eager to show off his knowledge, "and on the annual settlements, July 1 to 4th, last year we put in two hundred thousand into the Astor Place.

That's our biggest monthly settlement.