"Of course he ought. You've only done your duty in informing him against Jed. When are you going to mail the letter?"
"To-night. It'll go off the first thing to-morrow morning."
"I'm very much obliged to you for letting us hear the letter, Master Percy. I expect it'll cook Jed's goose."
"Probably Mr. Roper will send him off as soon as he reads it. I'd just like to be there when it is read."
Percy left the poorhouse and went on his way to the post-office. He sealed the letter, first reading it over again to himself complacently, and inclined to agree with the Fogsons that it was a decidedly clever piece of composition.
He had hardly walked a hundred yards when he met a quiet-looking man of medium height dressed in a gray suit.
"Young man," said the stranger, "am I on my way to the poorhouse?"
"Well, sir," replied Percy jocosely, "that depends on your habits."
The other smiled.