“How did he find you out?”
“I don’t know. He—he frightened me very much. He wanted me to give him money—and I so miserably poor.”
Paul didn’t answer.
“You know how poor I am, Paul,” continued the old man appealingly.
“You always say so, Jerry.”
The old man did not appear to notice that Paul had ceased to call him grandfather.
“And it’s true—of course it’s true. But he wants me to pay him fifty dollars. He is coming back tomorrow.”
“But he can’t get it if you haven’t it to give.”
“I—I don’t know. He was always bad tempered—James was. I am afraid he might beat me.”