"I thought I would come up and see if Mr. Sawyer wanted anything."
"If he does," said Quincy, "I will inform you;" and he closed the door
in Mr. Waters's face.
Quincy waited till he heard his ponderous footsteps descending the
stairs at the foot of the hallway.
"Was old Waters out there listening?" asked Jim Sawyer.
"I don't think he had time to hear anything," Quincy replied.
"Come closer," said Jim; "let me whisper. I am not penniless. I have got
some money. I have five thousand dollars in government bonds. I sold
some stock I owned just before I went off on that last debauch, but I
didn't spend all the money. When I die I want you to pay back to the
town of Eastborough every dollar I owe for board. Don't let anybody know
you got the money from me. Pay it yourself and keep the balance of it
yourself."
"Where is the money?" said Quincy.
"It is down in my old room, No. 24, one flight down from here, at the
other end of the hallway. I have got a key that will open the door. I
made it myself. I nearly got in there the other day, but they caught me
before I had a chance to open the door.
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