CHAPTER XXX.
CONCLUSION.
Julius was tired, and fell asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow. He slept so soundly that he did not hear Marlowe fumbling at the lock with some of the burglar’s tools which he always carried with him. Curiously he was dreaming of his old life, when he was under the guardianship of Jack and Morgan, and Marlowe was a constant visitor. It seemed to him that the latter had been accusing him to Jack, and was threatening him with uplifted arm, when, all at once, he was aroused from sleep by a violent shaking, and, opening his eyes, his first glance rested on the man of whom he had been dreaming.
He stared at him in bewilderment and alarm, but said nothing, such was his surprise.
“Well, boy,” said Marlowe, growing impatient, “why are you staring at me so hard? Don’t you know me?”
“Yes,” said Julius, the spell broken, “you are Dan Marlowe.”
“Did you see me downstairs?”
“Were you the man that was sitting on the piazza when I drove up?”{211}
“Yes.”
“I wish I had known it,” thought Julius. “I should have been on my guard.”
“It is some time since we met,” said Marlowe.