\"Hedidnotevencomehomeforsupper，\"shesaid。\"StayedovertoNellie’sprobably。You’llmostlikelyfindhimthere。\"
ButIwasprettycertainhewasnotattheDeans’，forasIpassedtheirhouse，Inoticedthewindowsweredark，indicatingthatthefamily，likemostofrespectableDenboro，hadalreadyretired。I
walkedontotheCorners。Eldredge’sstorewasclosed，butthebilliardroomwasradiantandnoisy。IcouldhearTimHallet’svoiceurgingsomeonetotakeanewcue，\"’causethatoneain’tpocketedmanyballsyet。\"
Ilookedacrossatthebank。Thefrontportionofitwasblackenough，butthewindowofthedirectors’roomwasalight。Ihadlocatedtheobjectofmysearch；thecashierwasthere，workingovertime，ashedidsooftennowadays。
IhadmykeyinmypocketandIunlockedthebigdoorandenteredquietly。Thedoorofthedirectors’roomwasopenalittlewayandItiptoedoverandpeepedinthroughthecrack。Taylorwasseatedinachairbesidethebigtable，hiselbowsuponthetableandhisheadinhishands。AsIstoodthere，watchinghim，hetookhishandsawayandIsawhisface。Uponitwasanexpressionofabjectmiseryandutterdespair。Iopenedthedoorandentered。