The tramp started for the hotel, his mind busily occupied.
"What does she want with me? She wasn't Mrs. Middleton when I knew her; she was Miss Vincent, the governess. I suppose she's a great lady now. So she got Mr. Harvey to marry her. That ain't surprisin'. She looked like a schemer even then, and I was a fool not to see what she was at. Likely she was up to the other thing. Well, I shall soon know."
CHAPTER XVIII. TWO CONSPIRATORS.
"You want to see Mrs. Middleton?" demanded the hotel clerk, surveying Mr. Rugg's exterior with a glance which betokened suspicion.
"Yes," said the tramp.
"I don't think she'll see one of your sort."
"That's where you're mistaken, young feller," said Rudolph, loftily. "She wants to see me uncommon."
"You're a strange visitor for a lady."