'S a general thing, people are cheats, cheats, cheats.

Get all your money away,--wolves, wolves, wolves! Stay here, child, a minute.

I'll get two men to carry it." And, before Mercy realized his intention, he had shut the door, locked it, and left her alone in the warehouse.

Her first sensation was of sharp terror; but she ran to the one window which was accessible, and, seeing that it looked out on the busiest thoroughfare of the town, she sat down by it to await the old man's return.

In a very few moments, she heard the sounds of steps on the stairs, the door was thrown open, and the old man, still talking to himself in muttered tones, pushed into the room two ragged vagabonds whom he had picked up on the street.
They looked as astonished at the nature of the place as Mercy had.