CHAPTER IX

OLD RAGS! There were a scattered score of buildings in the neighborhood, most of them like the one to which he had been directed, dilapidated cottages once put up by a communistic colony of intellectual insurgents against the general scheme of things. Long since, the intellectuals had disappeared. Their property--which they disclaimed, anyway--had gradually become the home of insurgents of another strain, anarchists, mostly, enemies of society all. A queer place for a junk dealer to come to, as Craig guessed. He lo…