“Yes, but I don’t know how he found out. Perhaps he asked at our former lodgings.”
“What—what did he say?”
“He asked where you had moved.”
“You didn’t tell him?” said Jerry, in alarm.
“No, I said I could not without your permission.”
“Good boy, Paul. Don’t tell him—ever. He—he would come here and ask for money. It would be very foolish, for I am wretchedly poor. Why didn’t you tell him that Paul?”
“I don’t think he would believe me if I did. But you are mistaken, he says, about his wanting money. He showed me a roll of bills, and said he had a good position.”
“He asked me for fifty dollars when he came to see me. He is a bold, bad man!”
“Now he says he is willing to give you money. He says if you will give him five dollars back he will give you a ten dollar bill.”
“Did he say that?” asked old Jerry, eagerly.