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That night I went through my modest wardrobe, remembering that Watson was about my height, though lacking fifteen pounds of my weight, and selected a suit of clothes for him. And a couple of shirts and some collars.

There was a small room in the apartment which had been used as a "den." I had my books in there, a desk, a couple of chairs; but the room could be spared. I dragged everything into my bedroom. Next morning, on the way to the hospital, I stopped at a furniture store and bought an inexpensive cot.

I wasn't sure that Watson would be willing to avail himself of my hospitality, but I had decided to put it up to him. He was up in the solarium when I called on him at ten.

"Tim," I said, "I am going to let you go now."

"Yes, sir," said Tim. "I'm ready."

"But—I should like to have you stay with me, at my home, for a few days. You are well enough to be out of the hospital, but not quite well enough to be on the road. Will you do that?"

Tim shook his head.

"It wouldn't be fair," he said. "I'm not going to impose on you. You don't owe me anything. You've done enough."

"But I'm afraid I should fret about you—and you don't want me losing sleep on your account. Better do as I say. You will be at liberty to go—any time you like."

He drew a quizzical face and did not reply for some moments.

"All right," he agreed, reluctantly. "But I don't want to be a panhandler. Maybe there's something I could do to help myself."

"We'll see," I said.

I drove him home at noon.

"I can wash your car," said Tim. "That's good," I said. "It needs it."