“Where are you going?” asked Wheeler.
“I am leaving this house. I have hired a room elsewhere.”
Wheeler’s countenance fell, and he looked dismayed.
“Why, I have just taken a room here for a week,” he said.
“You will find it a good place.”
“But—I wouldn’t have come here if I hadn’t thought I should have company.”
“I ought to feel complimented.”
Rodney was convinced that Wheeler had come in the hopes of stealing the casket of jewels a second time, and he felt amused at the fellow’s discomfiture.
“You haven’t got your jewel box with you?”
“No, I can take that another time.”