"What the deuce is he doing here?" I heard one of them say, in a
low voice.

"After the boys, of course."

"Have they come yet?"

Matthew winked as he answered, "All safe."

"In No. 4?"

"Yes. And the wine and cigars all waiting for you."

"Good."

"You'd better not go through the parlor. Their old man's not at
all satisfied. He half suspects they're in the house. Better go
off down the street, and come back and enter through the passage."

The young men, acting on this hint, at once retired, the eyes of
Harrison following them out.

For nearly an hour Mr. Harrison kept his position, a close
observer of all that transpired. I am very much in error, if,
before leaving that sink of iniquity, he was not fully satisfied
as to the propriety of legislating on the liquor question. Nay, I
incline to the opinion, that, if the power of suppression had
rested in his hands, there would not have been, in the whole
state, at the expiration of an hour, a single dram-selling