his mother's father would live in one of the smaller apartments at the rear of the building rather than in one of the better ones in front. But he could not determine which apartment it was without inquiries which he did not dare to make. He had no definite plan regarding Lampert, but was curious about him because his name had been connected with whatever Mrs. Markyn had been told. Was it Lampert who had told her? After studying the apartments a long while from the court, he went out again into the street.
By ten o'clock he had wandered as far as Thirty-first Street, and was begining to think about a place where he could sleep. He turned into a wide street and, in its darkest spot, stopped and put two of his pennies in a separate pocket; then he carefully wrapped the remaining ninety-five cents in a rag which he had picked up and put them inside his shirt. He followed a passageway between two buildings and knocked at a basement door. An unkempt old woman, in return for his two pennies, admitted him into a darkened, musty cellar. He followed her
