CHAPTER XIX
“IN THE PAPERS”
Dick was sleeping so heavily that he hardly stirred when I picked him up, carried him into my bedroom, laid him on my bed and loosened his clothes; I had decided to sleep on the settee in the room adjoining. Soon after seven next morning I was awakened by hearing him moving about. He had made himself quite at home, I found, for he had had a bath and used my towels and hair-brushes and found his way into a pair of my slippers.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said apologetically, after telling me what he had done. “And now shall I tell you how I come to be here, Mike?” he added, clambering up on to my bed and lying down beside me.
I told him I wanted to know everything, and at once, and, speaking in his rapid, vivacious way, he went on to explain exactly what had
