"Captain Francis left him with my husband; I believe he found him in one of the villages inland, a prisoner." Trent nodded.
"He left you a little money with him, I believe." The woman smiled faintly.
"It was very little," she said, "but such as it is, we have never touched it.

He eats scarcely anything and we consider that the little work he has done has about paid us for keeping him." "Did you know," Trent asked bluntly, "that he had been a drunkard ?" "Captain Francis hinted as much," the woman answered.

"That was one reason why he wanted to leave him with us.

He knew that we did not allow anything in the house." "It was a pity," Trent said, "that you could not have watched him a little more out of it.

Why, his brain is sodden with drink now!" The woman was obviously honest in her amazement.