"Is Mr. Stiggs sick?" he inquired with interest.
"Dunno," answered the youngster. "It was his wife I talked with. She said Mr. Stiggs would like to have you call about seven o'clock, if convenient. He wants to see you."
"Very well," said Ralph. "Are you to see her again?"
"Why, I can."
"Then tell her I will drop around at seven o'clock this evening."
The urchin lingered. He was a shrewd-faced little fellow.
"Say," he again projected, "Mrs. Stiggs didn't have any change."
"Didn't have—oh, I see!" laughed Ralph. "All right, son—there's a nickel."
Ralph thought little of this incident for the remainder of the afternoon. He fancied that Stiggs might be indisposed, and had some mission for him to execute.
He went home, ate his supper, and strolled slowly in the direction of the Stiggs home about dusk.
There was a light in the rear room, and the front door was open. Ralph knocked.
"Come in," sounded a vague direction from the little front parlor.
Ralph stepped into the hall and crossed the
