Mr. Willing took the hand without a word. A smile lighted up the old negro’s face. Then, suddenly, he fell back.
Mr. Willing bent over him.
“He is dead,” he said, and his voice broke.
Shirley turned quietly toward the door.
“Where are you going?” demanded Mr. Willing, in a low voice.
“I am going to bring Jimmy back.”
CHAPTER XXV.—SHIRLEY SAVES JIMMY FROM HIMSELF.
Arrived in Paris, Shirley went at once to Mr. Wilson’s drug store.
“Yes,” said Mr. Wilson, in response to Shirley’s question. “Jimmy left me this address.”
He drew a card from his pocket and passed it to Shirley. The young girl glanced at it and then uttered an exclamation of surprise.