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hrew him into a far corner of the room. As the servant was not more than half the size of the master, his opposition was merely vocal, but it was nevertheless unmista

the young gentleman whose goods and chattels he guarded with more assiduity than he did his own soul or-what meant more to him-his personal comfort. His employment came about in an unusual way. Mr. Quentin had an apartment in a smart building uptown. One n

ardin' house," replie

a plain thief

a missionary, er a dream? But, on d' dead, sport, I'm hungry, an' I

that chair over there. I'm going to search you. Maybe you've got something I need." Mr. Quentin turned on the light and proceeded to disarm t

a be

and addressed the burglar with all possible respect. "Do you imagine I'll permit any guest of mine to go away

tation, y

mean supper for two. I'm hungry myself

no particu

mly. The burglar be

d Philip, putting on

uggestively. Quentin saw he was dressed in the chilliest o

ust have taken it from the

that had ever touched his person. "You didn't see anything of my gloves and hat in there, d

all his career as a housebreaker, he had never before been caught, and now to be captured in such a way and treated in such a way was far past comprehension. Ten minutes before he was looking at a stalwart figure with a leveled revolver, confidently expecting to drop with the bullet in his body from an agitated weapon. Indee

nd deliberately removed their coats, the thief watching his host with shifty, even twinkling eyes. "What shall it b

, wore a new expression-that of admiration. "I ain't such a rube that I don't like a good t'ing even w'en it ain't co

at. Here's quail, squab, duck-see? That's the

awd if you ai

half-closed, amused eyes. He had had a dull, monotonous week, and this was

rphan, coming into a big fortune with his majority, and he had satiated an old desire to travel in lands not visited by all the world. Now he was back in New York to look

e to sleep?" he

an find a cheap lodgin' house down by d'

s my man till yesterday, when I dismissed him for stealing my cigars and

owner of the apartment directed his puzzled guest t

ur name?" he asked, be

red the now respectful robber. And he wan

ish those shoes of mine over there. We'll talk i

these days with Quentin. Quick-witted, fiery, willful and as ugly as a little demon, Turk knew no law, no integrity except that which benefitted his employer. Beyond a doubt, if Quentin had instructed him to butcher a score of men, Turk would have proceeded to do so and wi