upon whoever deceived him—had, under his misapprehension, taken him into his own house and given him new clothes and had him cared for. Now that the deceit of this was known to them, what would they do to the boy who had made them suffer so unnecessarily?
He noted with uneasiness that the silence caused by what had been last said in the library continued. If they were through talking and were to come out, they might see through the curtains against the light. He ran out of the room into the hall, and backed watchfully up the stairs, eyeing the library door until he could no longer see it. He listened, as he continued to back through the upper hall. This brought him to another stairhead, whose winding steps led down to the servants' quarters. Someone was undoubtedly moving in the front hall; it might or might not be merely a servant; he thought the person was beginning to come upstairs. He dashed precipitately down the servants' stair, out at the rear door, across the court and through the passageway between the buildings opposite. He sped down Astor Street to the
