"What sort of trouble?"
"He struck me, and we had a sort of struggle. He wasn't sober."
"Were you on the street?"
"No; in his room. I—I broke in."
"Broke in?"
"Yes." Ashe hesitated, and then added: "Mrs. Fenton was there, and he tried to rob her."
"Mrs. Fenton? Why didn't you tell me about it? When was it?"
"The day before I went down home. You weren't here, you know. There was not much to tell."
Maurice questioned eagerly, and his friend related briefly what had happened.
"Why, Phil, you're a hero!" Wynne exclaimed. "You've quite taken the wind out of my sails. I counted for something of an adventurer simply by having been in a smash-up; but you rushed in and had a real adventure. I never thought of you as a defender of dames."