"Well—but how are you going to do it, my dear?"
"Play a Fabian game. Wait!—be stealthy and wait! If he doesn't come out of hiding to-night, I'll return for him to-morrow. I'll keep on coming, night after night, night after night, n—Some one's knocking—".
"Come in," said Mrs. Paynter, looking up.
The door leading into the hall opened, and the man himself stood upon the threshold, looking at them absently.
"May I have some supper, Mrs. Paynter? I was closely engaged and failed to notice the time."
Sharlee arose. "Certainly. I'll get you some at once," she answered innocently enough. But to herself she was saying: "The Lord has delivered him into my hand."
III
Encounter between Charlotte Lee Weyland, a Landlady's Agent, and Doctor Queed, a Young Man who wouldn't pay his Board.
Sharlee glanced at Mrs. Paynter, who caught herself and said: "Mr. Queed, my niece—Miss Weyland."