is looking for the evening paper to see if it is going to rain. She has my raincoat and an umbrella waiting in the hall."
The collars being damaged beyond repair, he left them and went to the window. He stood there for some time, staring at the blackness that represented the wall of the house next door.
"It's raining now," he said over his shoulder, and closed the window and the shutters. Something in his voice made me glance up, but he was watching me, his hands idly in his pockets.
"Who lives next door?" he inquired in a perfunctory tone, after a pause. I was packing my razor.
"House is empty," I returned absently. "If the landlord would put it in some sort of shape—"
"Did you put those notes in your pocket?" he broke in.
"Yes." I was impatient. "Along with my certificates of registration, baptism and vaccination. Whoever wants them will have to steal my coat to get them."
"Well, I would move them, if I were you.
