So it was all through the night.

His utter and complete exhaustion compelled him to sleep, and every
time some fresh, fantastic dream in which Ella and the huge motor-car
and the dreadful burden she had with her always figured, awoke him
with a fresh start.

But towards morning he fell into a heavy sleep from which presently
he awoke to find it broad daylight and Deede Dawson standing on the
threshold of the shed with his perpetually smiling lips and his
cold, unsmiling eyes.

"Well, my man; had a good sleep?" he said.

"I was tired," Dunn answered.

"Yes, we had a busy night," agreed Deede Dawson. "I slept well,
too. I've been wondering what to do with you. Of course, I ought
to hand you over to the police, and it's rather a risk taking on a
man of your character, but I've decided to give you a chance.
Probably you'll misuse it. But I'll give you an opportunity as
gardener and chauffeur here. You can drive a car, you say?"

Dunn nodded.

"That's all right," said Deede Dawson.

"You shall have your board and lodging, and I'll get you some decent
clothes instead of those rags; and if you prove satisfactory and