“All right,” said Keedy, dryly; “I’ll take you with me to a place where
you can do some steady thinking and won’t be bothered. Stuff your things
back into your bag.”
As I plodded along the narrow street with him, my sack propped on my
shoulder, Captain Holstrom and his daughter passed me in a cab.
Mr. Keedy’s voice and manner were well padded with velvet that night,
but he couldn’t fool me. He caged me--that’s what he did. I remember
that I slept in a closet of a room, and, Mr. Keedy was on a cot in the
room which opened into the hall. I didn’t mind any of his precautions. I
had made up my mind to go along. I was dog-tired and slept all night.