“I must leave you now,” said Paul. “I go into the hotel.”
“Very well. Don’t forget to tell my father what I told you.”
“I will do so.”
That evening Paul, in redemption of his promise, said to the miser:
“I saw your son, today, Jerry.”
The old man’s face wore a startled expression.
“You saw—James?” he faltered.
“Yes.”
“Did he know you lived with me?”