CHAPTER CIV.
MRS. OAKLEY SEES A STRANGE SIGHT, AND THINKS THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME.
“What’s that, eh?” added Lupin.
Mrs. Oakley sank flat upon the floor in a moment; she thought that now surely her last hour was come.
“I thought I heard a noise. Did you, Jane?” added Lupin.
“I didn’t hear anything,” said the woman. “It’s your conscience, old boy, that makes you hear all sorts of things. You know you are a hard one, and no mistake. You know, there ain’t exactly your equal in London for a vagabond. But come, hand out the cash, for I ain’t particularly fond of your company, nor you of mine, I take it.”
“It must have been imagination,” muttered Lupin, still alluding to the noise he had heard or fancied he had heard. “It must have been imagination, and the wind at night does certainly
