it in a bank and pay Mrs. Bowse his board every week. Yes, I'll take
it. Now he must go to bed. It's a comfortable little room," she said
to the stranger, "and Mrs. Bowse will make you a hot milk-punch.
That'll be nourishing."

"Thank you," murmured the man, still keeping his yearning eyes on her.
"Thank you."

So he was taken up to the fourth floor and put into Tembarom's bed.
The hot milk-punch seemed to take the chill out of him, and when, by
lying on his pillow and gazing at the shakedown on the floor as long
as he could keep his eyes open, he had convinced himself that Tembarom
was going to stay with him, he fell asleep.

Little Ann went back to her father carrying a roll of bills in her
hands. It was a roll of such size that Hutchinson started up in his
chair and stared at the sight of it.

"Is that the money?" he exclaimed. "What are you going to do with it?
What have you found out, lass?"

"Yes, this is it," she answered. "Mr. Tembarom asked me to take care
of it. I'm going to put it in the bank. But we haven't found out
anything."




CHAPTER VI