Smithers looked the picture of despair.
"I must fly," he exclaimed, after a pause. "Truly has it been said that there is no rest for the wicked. But it is hard to have no place to lay one's head, and to be a wanderer on the face of the earth. Why was I not content with little? All this comes of pride and living beyond my income. Take warning by my fate, boy, and whatever your circumstances in life may be, rest satisfied with it. Pride must have a fall."
"Had you not better take what money you can, hire a horse, and start, sir?" said Tommy.
"Yes, yes. It is very good of you to do all this for me, Tommy. I had no right to expect it, for I always treated you badly."
"Mother always taught me to forgive my enemies," answered Tommy; "and, of course, I could not expect you to like me so well as Harold and Alice."
Going to the safe he took from it a large roll of bills.
There was a voice on the stairs.
"Ha!" he cried, "what is that?"
"For Heaven's sake!" exclaimed Tommy, "get away somehow. It may be the detective. Can you not get out at the roof?"
"I know not."