Your commission would be
seven per cent. You might reckon, I dare say, on five-and-thirty
shillings a week."
"What is the day for collecting?"
"Mondays; but there's lots of 'em you'd have to look up several
times in a week. If you like I'll go round myself on Tuesday--
Easter Monday's no good--and you can come with me."
"I will go, by all means," exclaimed Waymark
Talk continued for some half-hour. When Waymark rose at length, he
expressed his gratitude for the assistance promised.
"Well, well," said the other, "wait till we see how things work. I
shouldn't wonder if you throw it up after a week or two. However, be
here on Tuesday at ten. And prompt, mind: I don't wait for any man."
Waymark was punctual enough on the following Tuesday, and the two
drove in a hansom eastward. It was rather a foggy morning, and
things looked their worst. After alighting they had a short walk.
Mr. Woodstock stopped at the end of an alley.
"You see," he said, "that's Litany Lane. There are sixteen houses in
it, and they're all mine. Half way down, on the left, runs off Elm
Court, where there are fourteen houses, and those are all mine,
too."
Waymark looked. Litany Lane was a narrow passage, with houses only
on one side; opposite to them ran a long high wall, apparently the
limit of some manufactory.
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