A few minutes later there was a knock on his door, and in response to his summons to enter the door opened, and there stood before him the young man of his recent encounter upon the street. The latter entered softly, closing the door behind him. His feet made no sound upon the carpet, and no sound came from the door as he closed it, nor any slightest click from the latch. His utter silence and the stealth of his movements were so pronounced as to attract immediate attention. He did not speak until he had reached the center of the room and halted on the opposite side of the table at which Jimmy was standing; and then a very slow smile moved his lips, though the expression of his eyes remained unchanged. "Miss anything?" he asked. "Yes," said Jimmy. "Here it is," said the visitor, laying the other's watch upon the table. "Why this spasm of virtue?" asked Jimmy. "Oh, I don't know," replied the other. "I guess it's because you're a white guy. O'Donnell has been trying to get something on me for the last year. He's got it in for me--I wouldn't cough every time the big stiff seen me." "Sit down," said Jimmy. "Naw," said the other; "I gotta be goin'." "Come," insisted the host; "sit down for a few minutes at least. I was just wishing that I had someone to talk to." The other sank noiselessly into a chair. "All right, bo," he said. Jimmy proffered him his cigar-case. "No, thanks," declined the visitor. "I'd rather have a coffin-nail," which Jimmy forthwith furnished. "I should think," said Jimmy, "that your particular line of endeavor would prove rather hazardous in a place where you are known by the police." The other smiled and, as before, with his lips alone. "Naw," he said; "this is the safest place to work. If ten per cent of the bulls know me I got that much on them, and then some, because any boob can spot any one o' de harness bunch, and I know nearly every fly on the department. They're the guys yuh gotta know, and usually I know something besides their names, too," and again his lips smiled. "How much of your time do you have to put in at your occupation to make a living?" asked Jimmy. "Sometimes I put in six or eight hours a day," replied the visitor. "De rush hours on de surface line are usually good for two or t'ree hours a day, but I been layin' off dat stuff lately and goin' in fer de t'ater crowd. Dere's more money and shorter hours." "You confine yourself," asked Jimmy, "to--er--ah--pocket-picking solely?" Again the lip smile. "I'll tell youse sumpin', bo, dat dey don't none o' dem big stiffs on de department know. De dip game is a stall. I learned it when I was a kid, an' dese yaps t'ink dat's all I know, and I keep dem t'inkin' it by pullin' stuff under der noses often enough to give 'em de hunch dat I'm still at de same ol' business." He leaned confidentially across the table. "If you ever want a box cracked, look up the Lizard." "Meaning?" asked Jimmy. "Me, bo, I'm the Lizard."