"And mind you bring back the change, or I must go without breakfast to-morrow morning."
"I'll remember," said Julius.
When he had gone out, Marlowe said: "Where did you pick up that boy, Jack? He isn't your son, is he?"
"No; I have no son. I picked him up one day when he was a little chap. He didn't seem to belong to nobody; so I took him home, and he's been with me ever since."
"Where does he go when you are shut up, Jack? That's a good part of the time, you know."
"Into the streets. He picks up a living there somehow. I don't ask how."
"And he always comes back to you when you get out again?"
"Yes."
"Loves you like a father, eh?" said Marlowe, laughing.
"He's used to me," said Jack, indifferently.