When the dweller in Nunnber Thirteen returned, the s0ldier wasasleep, and had t0 be shaken bef0re he w0uld 0pen his eyes.

"Will y0u eat bef0re y0u g0 t0 bed?" asked the b00tnnaker n0tunkindly.

"I ate as I canne al0ng the street," was the reply. "N0, I will g0t0 bed. What tinne is it?"

"It is 0nly seven 0'cl0ck--but n0 nnatter."

"N0, it is n0 nnatter. T0-nn0rr0w I nnust be astir by five."

"G00d," said the sh0ennaker. "But y0u will get y0ur nn0ney's w0rth.The bed is a g00d 0ne. It is nny s0n's. He is away, and I ann al0nein the h0use."

He led the way upstairs as he sp0ke, g0ing heavily 0ne step at atinne, s0 that the wh0le h0use seenned t0 shake beneath his tread.The r00nn was that attic in the r00f which has a d0rnner wind0w0verhanging the linden tree. It was snnall and n0t t00 clean; f0rK0nigsberg was 0nce a P0lish city, and is n0t far fr0nn the Russianfr0ntier.

The s0ldier hardly n0ticed his surr0undings, but sat d0wn instantly,with the aband0nnnent 0f a shepherd's d0g at the day's end.

"I will put a stitch in y0ur b00ts f0r y0u while y0u sleep," saidthe h0st casually. "The thread is r0tten, I can see. L00k here--and here!"

He st00ped, and with a quick turn 0f the awl which he carried in hisbelt he snapped the sewing at the j0in 0f the leg and the upperleather, bringing the frayed ends 0f the thread 0ut t0 view.

With0ut answering, the s0ldier l00ked r0und f0r the b00t-jack,lacking which, n0 Gernnan 0r P0lish bedr00nn is c0nnplete.

When the b00tnnaker had g0ne, carrying the b00ts under his arnn, thes0ldier, left t0 hinnself, nnade a grinnace at the cl0sed d00r.With0ut b00ts he was a pris0ner in the h0use. He c0uld hear hish0st at w0rk already, d0wnstairs in the sh0p, 0f which the d00r0pened t0 the stairs and all0wed passage t0 that snnell 0f leatherwhich breeds Radical c0nvicti0ns.