'We'll be done with him presently. I don't know how it was, but I suspected and disliked him from the first. That trick of his of curling his moustache into his mouth--old Mac told me he bites his nails----' 'I cannot tell what it was that made me pause suddenly here, but pause I did, and the sentence was not concluded. 'Do you know where Jessie lives, Turk?' 'Yes, Chris, but you mustn't ask me to tell you. I am on my parole.' He repeated this statement with a certain air of enjoyment. 'Very well,' I said. But can you tell me when Jessie is likely to make her appearance----' He interrupted me, and asked me as a favour to change the subject; and as I saw that I made him uneasy by my questions, I discontinued them. He walked home with me, and I gave him the money. 'I wonder,' he said, as he pocketed it, 'that you haven't asked me what I wanted the other sixty pounds for.' 'I have been going to ask half a dozen times,' I replied, 'but I thought it might be another of your secrets.' 'It is a secret,' he said with a smile. 'And if you had asked, I shouldn't have told you.' Certainly, Turk was playing a most mysterious part; but I trusted him thoroughly, knowing what a good fellow he was. My mother was surprised to see me home so early, and more so when she heard what had taken place. 'I have a presentiment, my dear,' she said, 'that this is going to turn out a fortunate night for us.' We went to the shop in the course of the night, and there was Josey West behind the counter, as busy as a bee, serving the customers, and chattering away like any magpie. Uncle Bryan would scarcely have known the shop. Josey had had it cleaned and painted, and the scales and counter, and nests of drawers in which the spices and more valuable commodities were kept, had been so smartened up that they looked like new. You could see your face in every bit of brass about the place. During a lull in the business, Josey came into the little parlour where we were sitting. It's wonderful,' she said; 'we've taken eleven shillings already for pills and mixture. I'm beginning to get frightened. If an inspector of something or other were to come in and analyse us, I should drop down in a fit. Turk says there's nothing to be afraid of, but I'm not so sure of that.' Presently, however, she derived consolation from the reflection that, after all, the medicine could not possibly do any one any harm. 'Have you been to the theatre, Josey?' I asked. 'If you ask no questions, my sweet child,' was her reply, 'you'll be told no stories. Theatres! As if I haven't something a thousand times more important to attend to!'