? ? ? ? "Oh, you were walking in your sleep!"
? ? ? ? "Yes, friend Petttigrew. It has been a habit of mine since I was a boy. But it seems very strange that I should have been led to your room. How could I get in? Wasn't the door locked?"
? ? ? ? "It is locked now?"
? ? ? ? "It is strange! I don't understand it," said Wheeler, passing his hand over his forehead.
? ? ? ? "Perhaps you understand why you have that bag of gold in your hand."
? ? ? ? "Can it be possible?" ejaculated Wheeler in well counterfeited surprise. "I don't know how to account for it."
? ? ? ? "I think I can. Rodney, unlock the door and come in."
? ? ? ? The key was turned in the lock, and Rodney entered with a lighted candle in his hand.
? ? ? ? "You see, Rodney, that I have a late visitor. You will notice also that my bag of gold seems to have had an attraction for him."
? ? ? ? "I am ashamed. I don't really know how to explain it except in this way. When you displayed the gold last night it drew my attention and I must have dreamed of it.
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