looking and had about them a general air of neglect.
"What do you want?" demanded the tall and angular woman who answered their summons at the door.
"Good-morning, madam," said Dave, politely. "I am looking for a young gentleman named Nicholas Jasniff. I believe he boards here."
"Oh, so that's it," said the woman. She eyed Dave and Roger in a suspicious manner. "Who told you he was boarding here?"
"We heard so down at our hotel."
"He isn't here—he went away last week—owing me one pound six," was the spiteful answer. "I wish I had my hands on him. It's Kate Clever would teach him a lesson, the scamp!"
"So he ran away owing you some board money?" said Roger.
"He did that."
"And you haven't any idea where he is?"
"I have and I haven't. Are you friends of his?"
"Not exactly, but we wish very much to find him."
"I am not the one to do him a favor—after him treating me so shabbily," said the woman, spitefully.
"You'll not be doing him a favor," returned
