I will relock the door on you, and if you want to
leave at any time you can unfasten a window and get out."
Baker did not reply. Bart heard him mumbling to himself as though
debating the proposition submitted to him.
"I don't want to make you a lot of trouble," he finally faltered out.
"Of course you don't, and won't," asserted Bart--"you want to give me
pleasure, though, don't you? So you do as I suggest, and I'll sleep a
good deal sounder than if you didn't. Here's the key. I will be over to
the express office about eight o'clock. Is it a bargain?"
"Yes," answered the strange man.
CHAPTER XIII
"HIGHER STILL!"
About eight o'clock that evening Bart came down to the express office
carrying a lunch basket and a blanket, as he had promised his erratic
friend, Mr. Baker.
The young express agent had spent a busy day, and the evening promised
to continue to furnish plenty for him to do.
He had the infinite pleasure of seeing his mother's face brighten up
magically, when he related sufficient to her of the day's experience to
satisfy her that the revenue from the express business was secure.
She had received some intimation of this from her husband's lips an hour
previous at the hospital, and said that Mr.
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