"About the effect of his troubles upon him, you mean?"
"Yes," she nodded rather eagerly. "I suppose he is harmless."
"Oh yes," I said with a smile. "He'll be all right in that respect. You needn't be scared."
"He has a loaded revolver. He left it under his pillow. Ellen was nearly frightened out of her life when she fetched me to see it."
"Where is it?"
"He came in for it just as we were both there. He was really very odd. He had that little bag of his with him and----"
"What little bag? Did he bring any luggage with him, then?"
"Nothing except the little leather bag. Well, he apologized to us, taking me for one of the servants, as I told you, and declared that the thing was not loaded--although I am sure it was--and made up a story that he was accustomed to have it with him just for practice, and said that we were not to say anything to any one about it; and then he offered us some money."
"What did you do?" I asked with a grin.
"It's no laughing matter, Paul. Ellen declares she can't stay in the house if he stops here."