"What do you think he can have done?" she worried as she cuddled down to his pillow. "And isn't there anything we can do for him?"
"Oh, don't be troubled, dear. He'll probably be able to take care of himself. I don't hardly think he's done anything himself. Maybe he's just keeping out of the way from something. You know there's always an investigation or some blamed thing going on. Maybe it's only that," he suggested reassuringly. "Get into bed and sleep. You're tired to death."
Augusta gave him a hit-or-miss kiss in the dark, climbed into her bed and went obediently to sleep like a child.
Jimmie listened gratefully to the gentle, even breathing that told him that she had forgotten everything. There was a curious feeling of worry upon him. The alarm which he had gotten from the strange noise had turned out ridiculously, of course, but the possibilities which his imagination had seen in it stayed about, to suggest new pictures of trouble and possible danger for Augusta.
He fell asleep, heartily wishing that they had never seen this man, whoever he was.
He awoke in the bright morning light, to find Augusta standing over him, fully dressed, shaking him with one hand and with the other waving a bit of paper accusingly at him.
"He's gone! He's gone, I tell you!" she was crying at Jimmie, as though he had spirited the big man away in the dark.
Jimmie sat up like a jacknife.
"Is the family silver safe?" he inquired anxiously.
"Stop your nonsense and listen." Augusta gave him another excited shake. "I tell you he's a fraud and a cheater. I said double prayers for him last night, and he isn't any criminal at all! I could be angry at him!"