But I promise you occupation enough." He paused, as if he would say more and dared not.
"You must tell me more," said the lad slowly.

"What kind of occupation ?" Then Anthony did a queer thing.

He first glanced at the door, and then went to it quickly and threw it open.

The little lobby was empty.

He went out, leaned over the stair and called one of his men.
"Sit you there," he said, with the glorious nonchalance of a Babington, "and let no man by till I tell you." He came back, closed the door, bolted it, and then came across and sat down by his friend.
"Do you think the rest of us are doing nothing ?" he whispered.