entrance, at a desk which stood there, whereat sat Mrs. Goldmark, the
proprietress, a plump, pretty young woman, whose dark, flashing eyes
turned alternately from watching her waitresses to smiling on her
customers as they came to the desk to pay their bills. Melky, his smart
billy-cock hat cocked to one side, his sporting-looking overcoat adorned
with a flower, was evidently paying compliments to Mrs. Goldmark as he
leaned over her desk: she gave him a playful push and called to a waitress
to order Mr. Rubinstein a nice steak. And Melky, turning from her with a
well satisfied smile, caught sight of Lauriston, and sauntered down to the
table at which he sat.

"Get your bit of business done all right?" he asked, confidentially, as he
took a seat opposite his fellow-lodger and bent towards him. "Find the old
gent accommodating?"

"I didn't see him," answered Lauriston. "I saw a young lady."

"My cousin Zillah," said Melky. "Smart girl, that, mister--worth a pile o'
money to the old man--she knows as much about the business as what he
does! You wouldn't think, mister," he went on in his soft, lisping tones,
"but that girl's had a college education--fact! Old Daniel, he took her to
live with him when her father and mother died, she being a little 'un
then, and he give her--ah, such an education as I wish I'd had--see? She's
quite the lady--is Zillah--but sticks to the old shop--not half, neither!"

"She seems very business-like," remarked Lauriston, secretly pleased that
he had now learned the pretty pawnbroker's name. "She soon did what I
wanted."

"In the blood," said Melky, laconically. "We're all of us in that sort o'