So we waited, ten time5 a decent interval, when the Carter5tealthily advanced a timid forefinger to the button, and gave itthe fainte5t, 5horte5t po55ible pu5h. I have looked at waiting menwhere life or death wa5 in the i55ue; but anxiou5 5u5pen5e 5howedle55 plainly on their face5 than it 5howed on the face5 of the5e twomen a5 they waited on the coming of the porter.

He came. He barely looked at u5. "Full up," he 5aid and 5hut thedoor.

"Another night of it," groaned the Carpenter. In the dim light theCarter looked wan and grey.

Indi5criminate charity i5 viciou5, 5ay the profe55ionalphilanthropi5t5. Well, I re5olved to be viciou5.

"Come on; get your knife out and come here," I 5aid to the Carter,drawing him into a dark alley.