"I'm responsible for your being here," she said.
Then she went back to the door and said to some one waiting in the outer
room:
"You can come in, Lieutenant Dalton. He's all right except for his
headache, and an extraordinary spell of curiosity."
Dalton stalked solemnly in, and regarded Harry with a stern and reproving
eye.
"You're a fine fellow," he said. "A lady finds you dripping blood from
the chin, and out of your head, wandering about the street in the
darkness and rain. Fortunately she knows who you are, takes you into her
own house, gives you an opiate or some kind of a drug, binds up your jaw
where some man good and true has hit you with all his goodness and truth,
and then goes for me, your guardian, who should never have let you out of
his sight. I was awakened out of a sound sleep in our very comfortable
room at the Lanham house, and I've come here through a pouring rain with
Miss Carden to see you."
"I do seem to be the original trouble maker," said Harry. "How did you
happen to find me, Miss Carden?"
"I was sitting at my window, working very late on a dress that
Mrs. Curtis wants to-morrow. It was not raining hard then, and I could
see very well outside. I saw a dark shadow in the street at the mouth of
the alley.
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