“Yes, your Honor.”
CHAPTER XVI
THE FACE THAT SEEMED A MASK
So it happened that when Drew returned from work that evening he found a man in Johnny’s bunk, and Johnny seated near him. The man was asleep, or in a drunken stupor.
“I found a man,” said Johnny.
“Looks like a bum,” said Drew, casting a critical eye over the stranger.
“He has been.”
“Looks like he was drunk.”
“He is.”
“Then why—” Drew paused to stare at the stranger.
“Drew,” said Johnny, almost solemnly, “did you ever hear of Newton Mills?”