to pull himself together, and bite his shaking lips as though he
vaguely remembered that he was a man. "I beg pardon," he faltered: "I
suppose I'm ill."

"I don't know where to put him," Mrs. Bowse was saying half aside;
"I've not got a room empty."

"Put him in my bed and give me a shake-down on the floor," said
Tembarom. "That'll be all right. He doesn't want me to leave him,
anyhow."

He turned to the money on the table.

"Say," he said to his guest, "there's two thousand five hundred
dollars here. We've counted it to make sure. That's quite some money.
And it's yours--"

The stranger looked disturbed and made a nervous gesture.

"Don't, don't!" he broke in. "Keep it. Some one took the rest. This
was hidden. It will pay."

"You see he isn't real' out of his mind," Mrs. Bowse murmured
feelingly.

"No, not real' out of it," said Tembarom. "Say,"--as an inspiration
occurred to him, --"I guess maybe Miss Hutchinson will keep it. Will
you, Little Ann? You can give it to him when he wants it."

"It's a good bit of money," said Little Ann, soberly; "but I can put