should I do that for?"

"If you'll give me another chance," said Dunn quickly, "I'll do
anything--I should get it pretty stiff for this lot, and that
wouldn't be any use to you, sir, would it? I can do almost anything
--garden, drive a motor, do what I'm told, It's only because I've
never had a chance I've had to take to this line."

"If you could do what you're told you certainly might be useful,"
said Deede Dawson slowly. "And I don't know that it would do me
any good to send you off to prison--you deserve it, of course.
Still--you talk sometimes like an educated man?"

"I had a bit of education," Dunn answered.

"I see," said Deede Dawson. "Well, I won't ask you any more
questions, you'd probably only lie. What's your name?"

With that sudden recklessness which was a part of his impulsive and
passionate nature, Dunn answered:

"Charley Wright."

The effect was instantaneous and apparent on both his auditors.

Ella gave a little cry and started so violently that she dropped
the bottle of eau-de-Cologne she had in her hands.

Deede Dawson jumped to his feet with a fearful oath. His face went
livid, his fat cheeks seemed suddenly to sag, of his perpetual