Toward morning he dozed off into a fitful sleep which lasted until ten o'clock when he arose and dressed. As he was about to go out a knock on the door of the room next to his recalled the incident of the night. He listened. Another knock followed, somewhat louder, but no response came from within.
"Say, you in there," cried a voice Lane recognized as the landlady's. She rattled the door-knob.
A girl's voice answered weakly: "Come in."
Lane heard the door open.
"I wants my room rent. I can't get a dollar out of your drunken father. Will you pay? It's four weeks overdue."
"I have no money."
"Then get out an' leave me the room." The landlady spoke angrily.
"I'm ill. I can't get up." The answer was faint.
Lane opened his door quickly, and confronted the broad person of the landlady.
"How much does the woman owe?" he asked, quietly.