Yours respectfully,
“Jacob Morris.”
“P.S.—I assured you at the outset that if he were living I would find him. I am sure you will appreciate my exertions in your behalf.”
“That means a larger bill,” thought the lady. “However, I am willing to pay handsomely. The man is found, and he can doubtless produce the boy.”
“Wait!” she said, in an imperious tone, to the servant, who was about to withdraw. “There is an answer.”
She hastily penciled the following note:
“I am very glad you have found Rudolph Rugg. I wish to speak to him at once. Send him here directly.”
“Short and not sweet!” commented the lawyer, when it was placed in his hands. “She says nothing about the compensation.”
“Is it about me?” asked the tramp.
Yes; it is from Mrs. Middleton. She wants you to come to the hotel at once. But, my friend, I would advise you, since you are about to call upon a lady, to put on a better suit of clothes.”
“How am I to do it,” he demanded roughly, “when these are all the clothes I have?”