"He has a place where not even a Sherlock Holmes would ever think of looking for him.

Why, he could work, sleep and eat there and never give a sign of his presence!" "Did you get it ?" called the owner of the handbag eagerly.
"Yes, ma'am," Dick replied.
"The bag wasn't open, was it ?" "No, ma'am." "Let me have it quickly, please.

Oh, I'm so thankful! Here is my purse with all the money safe and sound.

Wait, Master Prescott, I must reward you suitably." "No; I thank you," Dick replied, his color rising.

"Your thanks are enough.