"Ill make you right to home here, friends.

Thank you, Joe!" Joe grinned, nodded and, receiving his money from Bill Gregg, departed down the stairs, humming.

Their host, in the meantime, had picked up their suit cases and led the way down a hall dimly lighted by two flickering gas jets.

Finally he reached a door and led them into a room where the gas had to be lighted.

It showed them a cheerless apartment in spite of the red of wall paper and carpet.
"Only three bucks," said the proprietor with the air of one bestowing charity out of the fullness of his heart.