“Yes, me.”
“How?”
“Well, that I will tell you as we go along. You must leave this house at once.”
“But the furniture—I am not going to leave that behind?”
“You might as well, it ain’t worth anything.”
“Worth nothing—what do you mean?”
“Mean this, my boy; I have sold the house, furniture and all.”
“You? why it all belongs to me.”
“Perhaps so,” said Captain Jack, “but then you see why Fanny ran away with Fumbleton. I knew you would not remain here long, so while you were snoring I bundled off the servants, and sold everything.”
“Very polite of you, certainly.”