Still, as far as money goes, young Nugent 'll be all right." "'Ow ?" inquired his wife.
Mr.Kybird hesitated and took a sip of his gin and water.

Then he regarded the wife of his bosom with a calculating glance which at once excited that lady's easily kindled wrath.
[Illustration: "He regarded the wife of his bosom with a calculating glance."] "You know I never tell secrets," she cried.
"Not often," corrected Mr.Kybird, "but then I don't often tell you any.
Wot would you say to young Nugent coming into five 'undred pounds 'is mother left 'im when he's twenty-five?
He don't know it, but I do." "Five 'undred," repeated his wife, "sure ?" "No," said the other, "I'm not sure, but I know.

I 'ad it from young Roberts when 'e was at Stone and Dartnell's.

Five 'undred pounds! I shall get my money all right some time, and, if 'e wants a little bit to go on with, 'e can have it.

He's honest enough; I can see that by his manner." Upstairs in the tiny room under the tiles Mr.Jack Nugent, in blissful ignorance of his landlord's generous sentiments towards him, slept the sound, dreamless sleep of the man free from monetary cares.