"_His_ woman, man! _His_! Not to somebody else's woman." Allen's
tone was impatient.

"_His_ woman! Don't talk like a chump, Frank! Enoch's only fourteen."

"Makes no difference. Your wife is an angel as I learned two years
ago, but she may not have Enoch's number, just the same. If I were
you, I'd mooch up to the kid's room if he doesn't come down promptly to
supper. His nerves are in rotten shape and he oughtn't to be alone too
long."

Seaton nodded, and shortly after seven he knocked softly on Nucky's
door. There was an inarticulate, "Come in!" Nucky was standing by the
window in the dark room.

"Supper's ready, old man. You'd better have it now and get to bed
early. Jumping from sea level to a mile in the air makes a chap
sleepy. Are you washed up?"

"I'm all ready," mumbled Nucky.

He went to bed shortly after eight. Something forlorn and childish
about the boy's look as he said good night moved John Seaton to say,

"Tell a bell boy to open the door between our rooms, will you, Enoch?"
and he imagined that a relieved look flickered in Nucky's eyes.

Seaton himself went to bed and to sleep early. He was wakened about
midnight by a soft sound from Nucky's room and he lay for a few moments
listening. Then he rose and turned on the light in his room, and in