Then a man came walking down the street and crossed the mouth of the alley. He was dressed in fine clothes. The flickering light of the fires glittered from gold on his fingers and from the head! of his cane. He looked like a rich businessman, out of place in the burbs. But he didn’t act out of place; he acted instead as though he owned it all. Sammy Verner didn’t know him, but Twist did.