Room was now made at the table for the women, several of whom were young and good-looking. They were all depraved creatures, being common prostitutes, or very little better; and they drank, swore, and boasted of their exploits in thieving and other villainy, with as much gusto as their male companions. After an hour of so spent in riotous debauchery, the company, wearied with their excesses, broke up, and most of them went to their sleeping places; the Dead Man, the boy and the stranger, together with a man named Fred, remained at the table; and the former, addressing the stranger, said to him-- 'And so, young man, you have just come out of _quod_, hey? Well, as you look rather hard up, and most likely haven't a great deal of blunt on hand, suppose I put you in the way of a little profitable business--eh?' The stranger nodded approvingly. 'Well, then,' continued the Dead Man--'you must know that Fred Archer here and myself _spotted_ a very pretty _crib_ on Broadway, and we have determined to _crack_ it. The house is occupied by a young gentleman named Sydney, and his wife--they have been married but a short time. We shall have no difficulty in getting into the crib, for Mr. Sydney's butler, a fellow named Davis, is bribed by me to admit us into the house, at a given signal. What say you--will you join us?' 'Yes--and devilish glad of the chance,' replied the stranger, gazing at Fred Archer with much interest. Fred was a good looking young man, genteelly dressed, but with a dissipated, rakish air. 'Very well--that matter is settled,' said the Dead Man. 'Three of us will be enough to do the job, and therefore we shan't want your assistance, _Kinchen_,' he added, addressing the boy. 'It must now be about six o'clock in the morning--we will meet here to-night at eleven precisely. Do not fail, for money is to be made in this affair.' The stranger promised to be punctual at the appointed hour; and bidding him good night (for it was always night in that place), Fred and the Dead Man retired, leaving the _Kinchen_ and the stranger alone together. 'Well,' said the _Kinchen_--'so it seems that you have got into business already. Well and good--but I must caution you to beware of that Dead Man, for he is treacherous as a rattlesnake. He will betray you, if anything is to be gained by it--and even when no advantage could be gained, he will play the traitor out of sheer malice. He is well aware that I, knowing his real character, would not join him in the business, and therefore he affected to think that my assistance was unnecessary.' 'I will look out for him,' rejoined the stranger--and then added, 'I will now thank you to conduct me out of this place, as I have matters to attend to elsewhere.' The _Kinchen_ complied, and in ten minutes they emerged into the street above, by the same way they had entered.