"Oh, so she gives music lessons here. Does she teach anybody else in the neighborhood?"
"Yes; she teaches on the block above here and around on the avenue." And the girl gave the names and addresses.
Homer Bulson made a note of the names and addresses and walked off in high satisfaction.
"Now to work my little scheme," he said to himself.
Two days later he left New York and took a train at Jersey City for Lakewood, down in New Jersey.
At the fashionable resort he managed to find a house on the outskirts of the town. It was owned and kept by an old woman, who was more than half deaf.
To this old woman, whose name was Sarah Higgins, Bulson told a long story of a cousin who was a little crazy and who wanted absolute rest.
"She is harmless, excepting for her tongue," said Bulson. "I would like to bring her here for several months. If you will take her, I will give you twenty-five dollars a week for your trouble."
Sarah Higgins was a natural-born miser, and she readily consented to take the young lady and watch her.