This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1863 ...to himself, which was very characteristic. For ourselves we rather incline to this last solution, inasmuch as the subject of Mr. Fishblatt's party was, from the time of the starting of this hypothesis, a forbidden subject thenceforth and for ever in the office of the Phoenix Company, by express order of Mr. Blinker, who said it was altogether too frivolous to think of. CHAPTER X. HOBBLESHANK AT HIS LODGINGS. The interest with which Mr. Fyler Close watched the flight of Hobbleshank was by no means diminished, when he discovered faring forth from behind a stable-door, where he had lain in ambush, and keeping, at an easy distance, diligently in the track of the wrathful old gentleman, no other than Ishmael Small. Speeding along in a very eccentric route, some Mulberry street, when he dismounted--just in time to evade the crack of a whip from the boxseat--and followed Hobbleshank warily into a building some dozen or two paces ofl' of the main street. It was a dark, ruinous, gloomylooking old house, --built on a model that was lost twenty years ago and never found again--and had a wide, greedy hall, that swallowed up as many chairs, tables, and other fixtures, as the various tenants chose to cast into it. Up the broad, rambling stairs Hobbleshank ascended, and by the time he had attained a cramped room at the head of the second flight, Mr. Small had accomplished the same journey, crept along and clambered up a narrow cornice in the throat of the hall, and gaining, by an exercise of dexterity peculiar to himself, a small window in the wall, was looking very calmly and reflectively through the same at two aged women upon whose presence Hobbleshank had entered. One of them sat by the hearth; she was small and shrivelled, with a pinched and wrinkled countenance--so s...