Again he rang.
"Look above, sir," called Jones from his station in the car.
Arthur stepped back on the stone landing and looked up.

A round spark, as from a cigarette, was visible at the open window.

While he gazed the spark glowered brighter and illumined a pale, haggard boy's face, surmounted by tousled locks of brick colored hair.
"Hi, there!" said Arthur.

"Does Mr.Fogerty live here ?" "He pays the rent," answered a boyish voice, with a tinge of irony.
"What's wanted ?" "Mr.Fogerty is wanted.

Is he at home ?" "He is," responded the boy.
"I must see him at once--on important business.