However, they did not go up Third Avenue as far as the four, but turned to the east a block short, going down to Avenue A, where they turned to the left and entered a house midway in the block. “Now,” said Patsy to himself, “what are they going to do here?” On the first floor, on the street, was a small store devoted to the sale of butter, cheese and eggs. Beside this store was a door which entered into a hallway, and it was through this door that Spike Thomas and Bally Morris passed. “They’re going upstairs,” said Patsy to himself. “Anyhow, I’ll sneak after them.” Waiting only long enough for them to climb the first flight of stairs, Patsy dashed into the hall and cautiously followed up the stairs. As he went up this flight he could hear them mounting the second flight and he said to himself: “They’re going to the upper floor.” Reaching the second floor he followed the banisters to the foot of the second flight, and there stopped to listen. He could hear them rap at a door on the floor above him and, in a moment or two, the door was opened and the voice of a woman, in strong English accents, was heard: “Oh, Harry, is it you? It’s a long time since I saw you. Who is this with you?” “It’s me friend, Mr. Morris, Aunt Emma. It isn’t often I get so far uptown, but, being up here, I thought I’d drop in on yer. I s’pose Uncle Joe is gone to work.” “Yes,” replied the voice of the woman, “but come in.” The next moment the noise of the closing of the door was heard and Patsy said to himself: “Hang it. I don’t believe it’s anything, after all.” He stood a moment or two hardly knowing what to do. Then he said: “I don’t think there’s any use going up there. I had better go down and watch for them to come out.” He went as far as the head of the stairs with this intention when he stopped, saying almost aloud: “But what was it that tickled Spike so down in Thirty-fourth Street. He didn’t shake hands with himself because he knew his aunt was at home this morning.” He stood still a moment thinking and again spoke aloud: “But, mebbe it was Lannigan coming to Forty-second Street that threw them off.” He made another motion as if to go down the stairs, but halted. He was debating what to do. But the matter was settled for him at this instant. The door on the second floor opposite where he stood was suddenly opened and a rather flashily dressed young girl of nineteen or twenty appeared. Casting a glance at Patsy, she gave a cry and, jumping backward, closed the door instantly. Before Patsy could recover from his surprise the door was swung open and a tough-looking young man came into the hall, demanding in rough tones to know what he was doing there. “I guess I’ve lost my way,” said Patsy. “Well, you want to find it right away,” said the young fellow. Patsy wanted no row at this time, for he did not want Spike Thomas and Bally Morris to know that he had followed them.