crowded with vases, imitation marble statues, plated tableware, and gorgeous lamps of highly-polished metal.
Among these articles was a sign in black letters on white cardboard bearing these words:
ROYAL CONSIGNMENT AUCTION CO.,
Sales Daily from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m.
Inside, toward the rear, there was a small raised platform, and upon this stood the auctioneer, a tall, thin-faced man, with sharp black eyes, and rather a squeaky voice. To one side was his assistant, a much younger and much more pleasant-looking individual, who wrapped up the articles sold and collected for them.
It was between twelve and one o'clock in the day, and the auction store was crowded with business people, who, during their lunch-time, had dropped in to see what was going on, and, possibly, make a purchase. There were middle-aged business men, young clerks, and several young ladies, and all appeared interested in the mild excitement attending the disposal of the goods.
Among the young people present was a boy of fifteen, whose clothing, although not of a fashionable cut, was, nevertheless, neat and clean. He had
