"Why do you ask?" demanded Paul, eying the boy with suspicion.
"There's a couple of chaps that's plannin' to rob the house," said Julius, sinking his voice almost to a whisper, and looking cautiously about him to guard against being overheard.
"Who are they? How do you know it?" asked Paul, startled.
"One is Jack Morgan, the man I live with; the other is a friend of his, Tom Marlowe."
"Did you hear them talking about it?"
"Yes; last night."
"Did they tell you about it?"
"They wanted me to find out all about you--if you'd got any friends in Brooklyn, or anywheres round. They want to get you off the night they're goin' to break in."
"When is that?"
"Next Monday."
"What made you tell me all this?"
"'Cause you was good to me and give me a dinner when I was hungry."
"Give me your hand," said Paul, his heart warming toward the boy who exhibited so uncommon a feeling as gratitude.
"It's dirty," said Julius, showing his hand stained with blacking.
"Never mind," said Paul, grasping it warmly. "You're a good fellow, and I'd rather take your hand than a good many that's cleaner."
Julius, rough Arab as he was, looked gratified, and his face brightened. He felt that he was appreciated, and was glad he had revealed the plot.
"Now," said Paul, "you have told me about this man's plans; are you willing to help me further? Are you willing to let me know anything more that you find out about the robbery?"
"Yes, I will," said Julius, unhesitatingly.
"Then I'll depend upon you. What sort of a man is this that you live with? What's his name?"
"His name is Jack Morgan. He's a bad sort, he is. He's shut up most of the time."
"What makes you stay with him?"
"I'm used to him. There ain't nobody else I belong to."
"Is he your father?"
"No, he ain't."
"Any relation?"
"Sometimes he says he's my uncle, but maybe it ain't so--I dunno."
"Is he a strong man?"
"Yes; he's a hard customer in a fight."
"How about the other man?"
"That's Marlowe. He's the same sort. I like Jack best."
"Do you think they will try to break in next Monday night?"
"If they think you are away."
"What will you tell them?"
"What do you want me to tell them?" asked Julius, looking at him earnestly.
"I don't know," said Paul, thoughtfully. "If you should say I was going to be away, they'd want to know where, and how you found out.
They might suspect something."
"That's so," said Julius.
"Suppose they heard that I would remain in the house, what would they do to prevent it?"
"They might get you took up on a false charge and put in the station-house over night, or maybe they'd seize you if they got a chance and lock you up somewhere."
"How could they have heard that Mr. Talbot left any valuables in the house?"
Julius shook his head. On that point he could give no information.
"You may tell them," said Paul, after a moment's thought, "that I have an aunt, Mrs. Green, living in Brooklyn."
"Whereabouts in Brooklyn?"
"No. 116 Third avenue," said Paul, at a venture. "Can you remember?"
"Yes."
"They will probably send a message from her late Monday evening for me to go over there."
"Will you go?"
"I will leave the house, for they will probably be watching; but I shall not go far, and I shall leave the house well guarded."
Julius nodded.
"I'll tell 'em," he said.
He was about to go, when Paul called him back.