"Don't think me merely prying. You see I am naturally interested in the
question of whether you--will find yourself able to stay on here--"
"You refer to my ability to make my board payments?"
"Yes."
Throughout this dialogue, Mr. Queed had been eating, steadily and
effectively. Now he slid his knife and fork into place with a pained
glance at his watch; and simultaneously a change came over his face, a
kind of tightening, shot through with Christian fortitude, which plainly
advertised an unwelcome resolution.
"My supper allowance of time," he began warningly, "is practically up.
However, I suppose the definite settlement of this board question cannot
be postponed further. I must not leave you under any misapprehensions.
If this money came from my father, it is the first I ever had from him
in my life. Whether I am to get any more from him is problematical, to
say the least. Due consideration must be given the fact that he and I
have never met."
"Oh!... Does--he live here, in the city?"
"I have some reason to believe that he does. It is indeed," Mr. Queed
set forth to his landlady's agent, "because of that belief that I have
come here.
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