“You've now twenty-nine packets of Mexican chocolate in this bag, my boy,” he grinned, “and by nightfall it will probably run into a hundred. The family will be kept in chocolate for a year.”
But as it turned out he was quite mistaken there, for at the very first shop he went into, when the luncheon rush was over, he got upon the trail of the man he wanted at once.
The shop he entered was a very small refreshment one in Fore street, just round a corner and to the side of the entrance to a big building of many offices. It consisted only of two small rooms and a cellar, and sold ginger beer and lemonade, sandwiches, cakes, oranges, and a general assortment of confectionery. It was kept by two sisters, middle-aged spinsters, very obliging and very intelligent-looking. They were alone togeth
