Leaving the saloon in which the two young crooks had hidden themselves from Lannigan, Patsy took the elevated railroad train to Forty-second Street. Leaving the train here, he went immediately to Avenue A, and to the block where he had had his “row,” as he called it. His intention was, if possible, to find or to account for the disappearance of the two crooks from the house into which he had followed them. It was his good fortune that, as he passed the door of that house, that he should see in the doorway the girl whose alarm had been the cause of the row in the house. She recognized him as quickly, and stepped forward to greet him. “Say,” she said, “was them two fellows that you trotted after this afternoon, when you was chinnin’ with me, the two you followed into our house?” “Yes,” said Patsy. “It gave me the jumps when I saw ’em coming down from the corner when I thought they were in the house yet.” “Are dey crooks?” asked the girl. “That’s what they are,” replied Patsy. “Well, say,” said the girl, “I can give you a steer. Dem fellers was upstairs on de floor above us when we had dat scrap in de hall. But dey climbed de ladder to de roof when de scrap was goin’ on and got away.” “How do you know that?” asked Patsy, eagerly. “Me little sister, who was up dere on dat floor, seen ’em do it. She tole me just after you run away so sudden.” The whole thing then burst upon Patsy. Everything was explained to him. The two crooks, taking advantage of the row going on on the floor below, had climbed to the roof, and, making their way over the other houses to the corner, had descended into the apartments of Lannigan through the scuttle of the corner house. What had been mysterious to him was now as plain as day. He looked along of the houses on the street, to see that there was no break in them to the corner, and said: “Do you know the store on the corner?” “The saloon? Sure.” “You ever go in there?” “Sometimes,” said the girl. “If you’ll go there with me now, I’ll blow you off.” The girl without a word turned, and the two walked up to the corner and entered the place by the rear door. “Say,” said Patsy, “that brother of yours will be wanting to put up another fight if he finds me here with you again.” The girl laughed merrily, and replied: “Oh, he’s a great chewer, but there’s more in his bark than there is in his bite. He ain’t around now, for he’s trotting after his own rag. Anyhow, after the way you put him on de floor dis afternoon, he won’t want to chew wid you any more.” It was clear that Patsy’s compliments of the afternoon had won the girl’s favor, and the manner in which he had defended himself when attacked, her admiration. This Patsy saw, and he determined to take advantage of it. “Say,” he said, “do you know the people here?” “Yep; he’s a nice man what keeps dis place.” “Is he straight?” “Straight as a die.” “Then this isn’t a hang-out for crooks?” asked Patsy.