Then he began to think of his intended visit to Eastborough Poorhouse.
Would the Jim Sawyer that he found there turn out to be his own uncle?
What a sweet morsel that would be for Strout if it proved to be true.
Anyhow, he would follow his father's instructions and do all he could
for his uncle, come what might.
Since he had arrived at Mason's Corner everything that he had done
seemed to give rise to gossip, and a little more of it could do no harm.
Quincy reached the Poorhouse and inquired for the keeper. A very stout,
red-faced man answered the summons.
He informed Quincy that his name was Asa Waters, and that he had been
keeper of the town Poorhouse for the last ten years.
Quincy thought from his size, as he evidently weighed between three and
four hundred pounds, that he had probably eaten all the food supplied
for the inmates. In reply to a direct question whether there was a man
there by the name of Jim Sawyer, Mr. Waters said "yes," but that he was
sick abed and had been for the last week.
"He coughs awful," said Waters; "in fact, I had to change his room
because the rest of us couldn't sleep.
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