He led the way up into the attic, and Mark looked into the room. He was struck at once with its bare, unfurnished aspect.
"Did the boy spend the night here?" he asked abruptly.
"Yes."
"Where did he sleep?"
Mr. Sprague saw his mistake too late.
"Why—the fact is," he said hesitating, "the boy acted badly, and I confined him here as a punishment."
"Expecting him to sleep on the floor?"
"Well, yes—as a punishment."
"How old is the boy?"
"Ten years old."