That paid fairly well, even if it was irregular.

It looked like the bad luck was over at last.

Then--" Mother Howard hesitated at the brink of the very nubbin of it all, to Robert Fairchild.

A long moment followed, in which he repressed a desire to seize her and wrest it from her, and at last-- "It was about dusk one night," she went on.

"Harry came in and took me with him into this very room.