To that feeling she had long been a stranger.
"I want you to keep him for a few days," said Pinky, speaking in the woman's ears.

"I'll tell you more about it after he's in bed and asleep." "He's to be kept shut up out of sight, mind," was Pinky's injunction, in the conference that followed.

"Not a living soul in the neighborhood must know he's in the house, for the police will be sharp after him.
I'll pay you five dollars a week, and put it down in advance.

Give him plenty to eat, and be as good to him as you can, for you see it's a fat job, and I'll make it fatter for you if all comes out right." The woman was not slow to promise all that Pinky demanded.

The house in which she lived had three rooms, one below and two smaller ones above.
From the room below a stove-pipe went up through the floor into a sheet-iron drum in the small back chamber, and kept it partially heated.
It was arranged that Andy should be made a close prisoner in this room, and kept quiet by fear.