The address was the same hotel as that in which Jones had stopped when Jimmy fell into his power.
“There was a man with him when he gave me the card,” Mr. Wilson continued.
“Please describe him,” said Shirley anxiously.
Mr. Wilson did so, and Shirley maintained her composure with difficulty.
“Jones,” said Shirley to herself as she made her way from the store.
For a moment she hesitated, but for a moment only. Then mounting her horse, she set out resolutely for the address given. She climbed the dark stairs and went at once to the room Jones had occupied the last time she had been there.
Just as she was about to knock she caught the sound of voices from the inside. One she immediately recognized as Jones’ and the other was Jimmy’s. Shirley listened.
“Well,” said Jones, “I am glad to see that you have come to your senses at last. It’s about time.”
“I guess you are right,” said Jimmy, and to Shirley the voice sounded somewhat listless.
“You will find,” said Jones, “that in the long run the only friend you have is yourself. You see how quick Willing jumped onto you—also his daughter. No matter how honest you may be, at the first sign of dishonesty you are kicked out, guilty or innocent.”