There was a light in one of the windows of Feathers' rooms, and Chris threw up a stone.
215 The window was open, and almost immediately Feathers' rough head appeared against the light.
"Hullo! That you, Chris?"
"Yes; can I come up?"
"Of course."
They met on the stairs.
"Atkins is here," Feathers said; "but he's just off. Come in."
Chris did not care for Atkins, and greeted him rather curtly.
"Mrs. Lawless is well, I hope?" young Atkins asked awkwardly, and Chris grunted out that she was quite well.
"I haven't seen her for some time," Atkins said rather wistfully.