"Not exactly without homes, but they are dependent upon the town for support. An Irish family moved in and the father died and the mother is ill, and we want part of the fund to help the family until the mother is able to support her little family of six. We want to keep them together--instead of putting them in asylums and separating them. And there are two children who have lost both parents--at least the mother is dead and the father cannot be found--and we must take care of them. They are too small to work and we thought we could get some one to take them by paying a small sum per week and--" He quite likely would have enumerated the rest of the charges of his parish if there had not been a discreet knock at the door, immediately followed by James, announcing: "The men you asked for, ma'am." Drusilla rose as the two police officers entered the room. She said, pointing to the astonished clergyman, "I want you to arrest this man. He is a confidence man." "What--what--" sputtered the clergyman. "I want you to take him to the police station," said Drusilla firmly. "Do you make a charge, ma'am?" asked one of the officers. "Yes. I don't know what it is, but I make it. Take him to jail." "But--but--" said the bewildered clergyman, "this is an outrage!" "I don't care what it is, _you_ go to jail. I promised the doctor I'd arrest the next man who tried to git money from me by saying he was from Adams. I don't believe you're a preacher; you don't look like one." The officers went up to the man, who was evidently struggling with emotion, trying to find some suitable words to express his surprise and anger. "Come along with me," said the officer gruffly. "Don't make no fuss; it won't go." They put their hands on his arms and he struggled. "Take your hands off of me! What do you mean? I tell you, I'm the Reverend Algernon Thompson, of Adams." "Don't you believe nothin' he says," insisted Drusilla. "Whoever heard of a name _Algernon_! He looks much worse'n the other man that was here. Just you take him along." Drusilla looked scornfully at the man, who was struggling with the officers. They led him to the door, where he again refused to go, and the policemen took him roughly by the shoulders and pushed him into the hall. He struggled wildly, and his face became convulsed as he turned to Drusilla. "I tell you I'm the Reverend Algernon Thompson; and this is an outrage--an outrage--" The officers shook him roughly. "Oh, can the hot air. We're used to your kind. Come along." And the last Drusilla could hear was the wail of the clergyman: "I tell you I am the Reverend Algernon Thompson--" After the noise had subsided and Drusilla knew the man was gone she went slowly upstairs to find John. He looked up from the book he was reading and said quickly as he saw her flushed face: "What is it, Drusilla. Has something upset you?" Drusilla sat down wearily in a chair.