CHAPTER XXVI.
Harry looked about the room in a bewildered way and then tiptoed to St.George's bed.

It had been a day of surprises, but this last had completely upset him.

St.George dependent on the charity of his old cook and without other attendant than Todd! Why had he been deserted by everybody who loved him?
Why was he not at Wesley or Craddock?
Why should he be here of all places in the world?
All these thoughts surged through his mind as he stood above the patient and watched his slow, labored breathing.

That he had been ill for some time was evident in his emaciated face and the deep hollows into which his closed eyes were sunken.
Aunt Jemima rose and handed the intruder her chair.

He sat down noiselessly beside him.