By the way, one of the things I came to see your father about was to ask him to help me out of a money difficulty.

I've just landed from America, and my remittances are not here to meet me.
Consequently I am in the ridiculous position of not being able to pay for the luxury of an hotel.

But I understand there are nice clean railway-arches at Victoria, and that crusts are frequently to be met with in the gutters if one keeps his eye open." Percy was perplexed.
"Do you mean you're really hard up ?" said he, "because if you really are, of course you'd better put up here." "But I may be a fraud, you know.

I may rob the house and murder you in your bed," said his uncle, "and that would be a pity." "I'll take my chance of that," said Percy.

And so it happened that the house in Clarges Street had a visitor on the last night of Percy's lonely month.