"I want to tell you that when I get down to the office they'll
search me."

She looked at me amazed.

"And--and there's something in my pocket I--you wouldn't like
them to find."

"What in the world--my diamonds! You did take them, you little
wretch?"

She caught hold of my coat. But Lordy! I didn't want to get away
a little bit. I let her pull me in, and then I backed up against
the door and shut it.

`Diamonds! Oh, no, ma'am. I hope I'm not a thief. But--but it
was something you dropped--this."

I fished Moriway's letter out of my pocket and handed it to her.

The poor old lady! Being a bell-boy you know just how old ladies
really are. This one at evening, after her face had been massaged
for an hour, and the manicure girl and the hair-dresser had gone,
wasn't so bad. But to-day, with the marks of the morning's tears
on her agitated face, with the blood pounding up to her temples
where the hair was thin and gray--Tom Dorgan, if I'm a vain old
fool like that when I'm three times as old as I am, just tie a
stone around my neck and take me down and drop me into the
nearest water, won't you?