? ? ? ? "He thinks you have the casket with you, and that he may get possession of it. It is well that you stored it at Tiffany's."
? ? ? ? "I think so. Now I have no anxiety about it. Do you think he will find out where we live?"
? ? ? ? "Probably, as you gave him a clew. But, Rodney, it is about lunch time, and I confess I have an appetite. Come and lunch with me."
? ? ? ? "But I am afraid, Mr. Woods, I shall not be able to return the compliment."
? ? ? ? "There is no occasion for it. I feel in good humor this morning. I have sold one lot, and have hopes of disposing of another. The one lot pays me a commission of twenty dollars."
? ? ? ? "I wish I could make twenty dollars in a week."
? ? ? ? "Sometimes I only sell one lot in a week. It isn't like a regular business. It is precarious. Still, take the year through and I make a pretty good income. Come in here. We can get a good lunch here," and he led the way into a modest restaurant, not far from the site of the old post office, which will be remembered by those whose residence in New York dates back twenty years or more.
? ? ? ? "Now we will have a nice lunch," said the agent.
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