“‘So I should suppose,’ answered Spotty, twisting his neck to get a look at his poll in the glass.  ‘What you’d call a bloomin’ ammerchewer.’  He stood up, shook himself and tendered a half-crown in payment, which I examined carefully before giving change.  Then I brought out of my pocket a handful of assorted coins, including two sovereigns, a quantity of silver and some coppers.  I do not ordinarily carry my money mixed up in this slovenly fashion, but had adopted the habit, since I came to the shop, for a definite reason; and was now justified by the avaricious glare that lighted up in Spotty’s eye at the sight of the coins in my hand.

“I picked out his change deliberately and handed it to him, when he took it and stood for a few seconds, evidently thinking hard.  Suddenly he thrust his hand into his pocket and said, ’I suppose, mister, you haven’t got such a thing as a fi-pun-note what you can give me in exchange for five jimmies?’ He held out five sovereigns, which I took from him and inspected critically.

“‘Oh, they’re all right,’ said Spotty, as I weighed them in my hand.  And so they were.

“‘I think I can let you have a note if you will wait a moment,’ I said; and, as I turned to enter the parlor, Spotty sat down ostentatiously in the chair.

“I drew the door to after me, but did not latch it.  A small jet of gas was burning in the parlor and by its light I unlocked the safe, pulled out a drawer, took from it a bundle of banknotes and looked them over; all very deliberately and with my eye on the mirror that hung above the safe.  That mirror reflected the door.  It also reflected me, but as the light was on my back my face was in the shadow.  Hardly had I opened the safe when, slowly and silently, the door opened a couple of inches and an eye appeared in the space.  I picked a note out of the bundle, returned the remainder to the drawer, closed the safe and slowly walked to the door.  When I re-entered the shop, Spotty was seated in the chair as I had left him, with the immovable air of an Egyptian statue.

“I have no doubt that Spotty Bamber chuckled with joy when he got outside.  I should like to think so, to feel that our pleasure was mutual.  For as to me, my feelings can only be appreciated by some patient angler who, after a long and fruitless sitting, has seen his

      “’quill or cork down sink
  With eager bite of perch or bleak or dace.’

“Spotty was on the hook.  He would come again, and not alone—­at least, I trusted not alone.  For my brief inspection of his hair had convinced me that he was not the unknown man whom I sought; and, though he would make an acceptable addition to the group of specimens in the long wall-case, I was more interested in the companion whom I felt confident he would bring with him.  The elation of spirit produced by the prospect of this second visit was such that I forthwith closed the shop and spent the rest of the evening exercising with the concussor and practicing flying leaps down the cellar steps with the aid of the giant-stride.