"Yes; but remember I am Thomas Browning. I prefer not to have it known that my name was ever Butler."
"All right! Now, if you'll do me the favor of showing me the door I'll leave you to your slumbers."
"It's very awkward, that man's turning up," muttered Browning, as he returned from letting out his unsavory visitor. "How could he have heard about Walton's money?"
CHAPTER XVIII
HOW JACK KING FARED
Jack King left the house with the money Browning had unwillingly given him. He sought a cheap lodging and the next morning proceeded to make himself respectable. When he had donned some clean linen, a suit of clothes which he bought cheap at a second-hand store, taken a bath, and called into requisition the services of a barber, it would have been hard to recognize him as the same man who had emerged from under the bed of the well-known philanthropist, a typical tramp and would-be burglar.
Jack King counted over the balance of his money, and found that he had nine dollars and thirty-seven cents left.
"This won't support me forever," he reflected. "I must get something to do."
While sauntering along, he fell in with an old acquaintance named Stone.