“Yes.”

“Well, he's going to ask the whole gang,” — I hardly felt complimented by the word, — “and whatever he gives you, he'll give you good. Don't look forward to variety, but you'll have excellence. And there's another rum thing in his house,” proceeded Wemmick, after a moment's pause, as if the remark followed on the housekeeper understood; “he never lets a door or window be fastened at night.”

“Is he never robbed?”

“That's it!” returned Wemmick.

“He says, and gives it out publicly, “I want to see the man who'll rob me.” Lord bless you, I have heard him, a hundred times, if I have heard him once, say to regular cracksmen in our front office,