"Why won't he?"
"He knows the police are after him; he'll hide somewhere."
"I don't know," said Julius, thoughtfully.
"He'll be awful mad with me. He'll try to do me some harm if he can."
"I should be sorry to have any harm come to you, Julius," said Paul, earnestly. "If Marlowe is arrested it will be all right."
"He shut me up last night before he went away; Jack and he did."
"How was that?"
Julius gave an account of his confinement, and how he escaped through the help of Mrs. O'Connor. He did not know of Marlowe's subsequent visit to the room, and his disappointment at finding the bird flown. He did not know of this, not having dared to go round there since, lest he should come upon Jack or Marlowe. Now he knew it was only the latter he had to fear.
"You managed it pretty well about getting away," said Paul. "It reminds me of something that happened to me—I was locked up in a hotel once the same way," and he gave Julius a little account of his adventure at Lovejoy's Hotel, with the jeweler from Syracuse, as narrated in an earlier volume of this series, "Paul the Peddler." Julius was interested in the story.
"Have you got any money, Julius?" asked Paul, when he had finished.