“The wicked man! He should be locked up!” she burst out, when Jerry had finished. “It’s a wonder he didn’t kill you.”
“That’s true. As it was, the blow was awfully hard.”
“What will you do now?”
“I really don’t know.”
“Won’t that Mr. Islen whom you work for, help you?”
“Perhaps he will,” returned the youth, struck with the idea. “The trouble is his brother is dead, and that has upset him.”
“One thing is certain, Jerry, the property is valuable.”
“Yes, and another thing is certain,” added our hero. “We want our shares of it.”
“It would be a great help to me to get some money out of it,” said Nellie Ardell, with a sigh. “This sewing constantly day in and day out is wearing on me.”
The two talked for over an hour, and then Jerry felt compelled to lie down. It was nearly morning before his head stopped aching and he got some rest.