Dave. "To tell you the truth, I want to catch him for some other wrong he's been doing."
"Oh, that's it, is it?" The woman became more interested. "You are from the States, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"He was from the States. He pretended that he wasn't, but I knew differently. He got letters from America—I saw one of them."
"And where did he go, if you please?" asked Dave.
The tall woman drew up her angular shoulders and pursed up her thin lips.
"If you'll pay that board money I'll help you to find him."
"Very well, if we find him I'll pay you the one pound and six shillings," answered Dave. He did not wish to waste time that might be valuable.
"Come in the parlor and I'll tell you what I know," said Kate Clever.
They entered the little musty and dusty parlor, with its old haircloth furniture and its cheap bric-a-brac. The woman dusted two of the chairs with her apron and told them to be seated.
"I am a poor widow," she explained. "I have to make my living by taking boarders. This Jasniff paid me only one week's board. He said he expected to get some money, but while I was waiting he took his bag and box and slipped away one day when I was to market."
