CHAPTER LXVII.
THE COMPANION DISCLOSES HIMSELF.
But this sort of musing and wonderment leads to noth-
ing; and Mr. Jos Larkin being an active-minded man,
and practical withal, in a little while shook it off, and
from his breast-pocket took a tiny treasure of a pocket-
book, in which were some bank-notes, precious memoran-
da in pencil, and half-a-dozen notes and letters, bearing
upon cases and negotiations on which, at this juncture, he
was working.
Into these he got, and now and then brought out a let-
ter bearing on some point of speculation, and read it
through, and then closed his eyes for three minutes at a
time, and thought. But he had not his tin boxes there;
and, with a man of his stamp, speculation, which goes
upon guess as to dates and quantities which are all ascer-
tainable by reference to black and white, soon loses its in-
terest. And the evidence in his pocket being pretty soon
exhausted, he glanced again at his companion over the way.
He had not moved all this while. He had a high stand-
up collar to the cape he wore, which covered his cheeks
>»ud nose, and outside was loosely swathed a large, cream-
coi^red, cashmere handkerchief. The battered felt hat
covei°d his forehead and eyebrows, and left, in fact, but
a narrow streak of separation between.
Through this, however, for the first time, Jos Larkin
now saw 4ie glitter of a pair of eyes gazing at him, he
fancied. At all events there was the glitter, and the gen-
tleman was a
ake.