“Might a mere warmint ask whose property?” said he.

I faltered again, “I don't know.”

“Could I make a guess, I wonder,” said the Convict, “at your income since you come of age!

As to the first figure now. Five?”

With my heart beating like a heavy hammer of disordered action, I rose out of my chair, and stood with my hand upon the back of it, looking wildly at him.

“Concerning a guardian,” he went on. “There ought to have been some guardian, or such-like, whiles you was a minor. Some lawyer, maybe. As to the first letter of that lawyer's name now. Would it be J?”

All the truth of