"As soon as my girl returns, I will do as you tell me. Tomorrow I—"
"Let us leave tomorrow. It will have its own help and blessing, but neither is due until tomorrow. We have not used up all today's blessing yet. Good-bye, little sister! Sleeping or waking, dream of the happiness coming to you and your children."
It was only after two hours of delays and denials that John was able to locate his brother. Lugur had
given him the exact location of the house, but the man at the door constantly denied Harry's presence. It was a small, dull, inconspicuous residence, but John felt acutely its sinister character, many houses having this strange power of revealing the inner life that permeates them. The man obtained at Scotland Yard was well acquainted with the premises, but at first appeared to be either ignorant or indifferent and only answered John's questions in monosyllables until John said,
"If you can take me to my brother, I will give you a pound."
Then there was a change. The word "pound" went straight to his nervous center, and he became intelligent and helpful.
"When the door is opened again," he said, "walk inside. There is a long passage going backward, and a room at the end of that passage. The kid you want will be in that room."
"You will go with me?"
"Why not? They all know me."
"Tell them my name is John Hatton."