"What morning was it?" asked Paul, pushing his advantage.
"It was last Monday mornin', Mr. Paul," the porter explained, "an' how it was I dunno, for I had every wan of them windows tight on Saturday night, an' Monday mornin' one of them was unfastened whin I wint to open it to let a bit of air into the office here."
"You sleep here always, don't you?" Paul proceeded.
"I've slept here ivery night for three years now come Thanksgivin'," Mike replied. "I've the whole top of the house to myself. It's an illigant apartment I have there, Mr. Paul."
"Who was here Sunday?" was the next question.
"Sure nobody was here at all," responded the porter, "barrin' they came while I took me a bit of a walk after dinner. An' they couldn't have got in anyway, for I lock up always, and I wasn't gone for an hour, or maybe an hour an' a half."
"I hope you will be very careful hereafter," said Paul.
"I will that," promised Mike, "an' I am careful now always."
The porter took up the coal-scuttle, and then he turned to Paul.
"How was it ye knew that the winder was not fastened that mornin'?" he asked.