Livingstone glanced at the little figure beside him, hoping she would indicate where "Brown's" was, but she did not.

Every one must know "Brown's." The only "Brown" Livingstone knew was the great banker, and a grim smile flickered on his cheek at the thought of the toys in which that Brown dealt.

He shifted the responsibility to the driver.
"Driver, go to Brown's.

You know where it is ?" "Well, no, sir, I don't believe I do.

Which Brown do you mean, sir ?" "Why--ah--the toy-man's, of course." The driver stopped his horses and reflected.