about midnight
he exclaimed -- ` it 's nather a sword nor a pistol I want at all , but only a nate little bit of shillalab in my fist , to bate the thieves of the worruld , and scatter them like the praste scatters the divil wid holy water . ' ` Very well , ' said Frank -- ` now , _ Kinchen _ , you will take your station in the closet , for fear you should be seen by the servants , and you , Dennis , will bring him up some refreshments , and then attend to your ordinary duties as usual . Say not a word to anybody in regard to this affair , and give the other servants to understand that I have gone out , and will not return until tomorrow morning . I shall now leave the house , and at about midnight you may expect me , accompanied by the burglars . ' Saying this , Frank quitted the mansion by a private stair-case . Turning into Canal street , he walked towards the Bowery , and not far from where that broad thoroughfare joins Chatham street , he ascended the steps of a dwelling-house , and knocked gently at the door ; it was soon opened by the young courtezan with whom Frank had passed the night at the commencement of this tale . She did not recognize the visitor in his altered garb , until he had whispered a few words in her ear , and then uttering an exclamation of pleasure , she requested him to follow her up-stairs .