Jack looked at him gratefully.
“You’re a staunch old man, Len,” he said, quietly. “You’d sacrifice your sweetheart to your friend.”
Len colored.
“I’m sure she’d be the first to urge us to go,” he said. “Laura is so unselfish.”
“She shan’t be sacrificed for me,” said Jack. “No, Len, I’ll go off by myself, before anyone knows I’m back—hallo! what’s that?”
It was a footstep on the stairs, Len motioned for Jack to retreat into the bedroom, and only just in time, for, barely stopping to knock, Mr. Levy Moss opened the door.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
“Good-morning, Mr. Dagle,” said Moss, his eyes roaming about the room. “Here I am again, you see, Mr. Dagle; and where is Mr. Newcombe? He’s here, I know.”
“If you know so much you’ve no need to ask,” said Leonard. “Who told you he was here?”