"You see, Missy," said the man quickly, in almost his old manner, "you see how it turns out. It was a bad plan, I guess—you can see how your cousin takes it. You'll have to—to tell your uncle how it worked; it's one on me, all right."
"Suppose we put it all back and—oh Lord, what's the use?" he ended suddenly.
"Cut it short—what the hell do I care?"
He dropped suddenly into the chair behind him; his head fell over on his arms, and the stiff hat rolled along the floor.
The young man stared curiously at him, but the weakness was genuine; every muscle was relaxed.
Lindsay's face softened a little. "As far as that goes, you're quite right," he said curtly, "though it's a little late in the day. Look here, Caroline. Mr.—Mr. Barker and I don't agree very well on the best way to teach people to lock their houses. I—it seems to me a pretty poor joke. Uncle Joe never meant it to go quite so far, I'm quite sure," he concluded jerkily. "I—I want to do the best thing all round, but," looking
