“I’ve been in my lodgings thirteen years.”

“I know,” said Mr. Teak; “but I’ve got a partikler reason for wanting you.  Our lodger, Mr. Dunn, left last week, and I only thought of you yesterday.  I mentioned you to my missis, and she was quite pleased.  You see, she knows I’ve known you for over twenty years, and she wants to make sure of only ’aving honest people in the ’ouse.  She has got a reason for it.”

He closed one eye and nodded with great significance at his friend.

“Oh!” said Mr. Chase, waiting.

“She’s a rich woman,” said Mr. Teak, pulling the other’s ear down to his mouth.  “She—­”

“When you’ve done tickling me with your whiskers,” said Mr. Chase, withdrawing his head and rubbing his ear vigorously, “I shall be glad.”

Mr. Teak apologized.  “A rich woman,” he repeated.  “She’s been stinting me for twenty-nine years and saving the money—­my money!—­money that I ’ave earned with the sweat of my brow.  She ’as got over three ’undred pounds!”

“’Ow much?” demanded Mr. Chase.

“Three ’undred pounds and more,” repeated the other; “and if she had ’ad the sense to put it in a bank it would ha’ been over four ’undred by this time.  Instead o’ that she keeps it hid in the ’Ouse.”

“Where?” inquired the greatly interested Mr. Chase.

Mr. Teak shook his head.  “That’s just what I want to find out,” he answered.  “She don’t know I know it; and she mustn’t know, either.  That’s important.”

“How did you find out about it, then?” inquired his friend.

“My wife’s sister’s husband, Bert Adams, told me.  His wife told ’im in strict confidence; and I might ’ave gone to my grave without knowing about it, only she smacked his face for ’im the other night.”

“If it’s in the house you ought to be able to find it easy enough,” said Mr. Chase.

“Yes, it’s all very well to talk,” retorted Mr. Teak.  “My missis never leaves the ’ouse unless I’m with her, except when I’m at work; and if she thought I knew of it she’d take and put it in some bank or somewhere unbeknown to me, and I should be farther off it than ever.”

“Haven’t you got no idea?” said Mr. Chase.

“Not the leastest bit,” said the other.  “I never thought for a moment she was saving money.  She’s always asking me for more, for one thing; but, then women alway do.  And look ’ow bad it is for her—­saving money like that on the sly.  She might grow into a miser, pore thing.  For ’er own sake I ought to get hold of it, if it’s only to save her from ’erself.”

Mr. Chase’s face reflected the gravity of his own.

“You’re the only man I can trust,” continued Mr. Teak, “and I thought if you came as lodger you might be able to find out where it is hid, and get hold of it for me.”

“Me steal it, d’ye mean?” demanded the gaping Mr. Chase.  “And suppose she got me locked up for it?  I should look pretty, shouldn’t I?”