answered that she was asleep at this hour and could not be seen.

"That is good," said the little man, "now there won't be any row.
I brought up some cases of wine which she ordered from our house
last week and which the Boss told me to deliver at once, but I
forgot it until to-day. Just let me put it in the cellar now,
Auntie, and don't say a word to the lady about it and she won't
ever know that it was not brought up on time."

The drayman stopped, fished a silver dollar out of his pocket, and
gave it to the old negro. "There now, Auntie," he said, "my job
depends upon the lady not knowing about this wine; keep it mum."

"Dat's all right, honey," said the old servant, beaming like a May
morning. "De cellar door is open, carry it all in and put it in de
back part and nobody ain't never going to know how long it has been
in dar."

The old negro went back into the kitchen and the little man began
to unload the dray. He carried in five wine cases and stowed them
away in the back part of the cellar as the old woman had directed.
Then, after having satisfied himself that no one was watching, he
took from the dray two heavy paper sacks, presumably filled with
flour, and a little bundle wrapped in an old newspaper; these he
carefully hid behind the wine cases in the cellar. After awhile he
closed the door, climbed on his dray, and drove off down the alley.

About eight o'clock in the evening of the same day, a Mexican
sailor dodged in the front gate and slipped down to the side of the
house. He stopped by the window and tapped on it with his finger.