smartweed

Peter Smartweed was the name of this young fellow, as Bob afterwards found out.

Mortimer turned up the Bowery, and Smartweed passed into a side street leading towards Broadway.

“The museum is on the next street,” remarked young Smartweed, as he rang the bell three times.

Peter Smartweed alone among the conspirators remains to be accounted for, and this is something that the police could not do.

The white-throated sparrow, a large and very pretty bird, eats the seeds of smartweed and ragweed.