“Now then, Jim,” said she, “if you ever get out and want to be a good fellow, you just come to my place of business. I’ve got a house on the river side, and you’re welcome for your poor mother’s sake, and you may take care of my boats for the payment of your board,” and Biddy Roan, who had been visiting the sick woman upstairs, hurried out of the prison with tears in her eyes. CHAPTER VI. Arkwright and his fellow detective, Hammond, for their clever piece of work in bringing the sailor to trial for the theft of the jewels, and the Farren fellow for the pawning of a stolen watch, were both given higher positions in the prison at the Island. They were much pleased with the work, knowing that a higher prestige was carried with the job. Hammond was a fellow who could not be trusted, but Arkwright was the soul of honor, and he had a position next to that of the warden. In fact, there were strong talks of making him warden if anything should happen to the man now in charge. He was coming down just as Nathans was finishing his talk with Jim. The Jew heard Arkwright calling from the stairs. “You give Mrs. Standish anything she wants. I do not believe she will last long, and if anything should happen to her suddenly you call me. Do not let anyone have the little tot until I have been notified.” The Jew started as he heard these words. It meant so much to him, and so much to the man for whom he was working, as well as the little mite of a child who was waiting for the death of its mother in the upper ward. Little did Annie Standish know that in the mansion on Fifth avenue that day a great funeral had been held, and that the father she had hoped to see had given up his fight, and that George Benson followed him to his grave as the only mourner. Little did she realize that a gigantic scheme was afloat to ruin her child and to make her life of no value. She was too sick to realize, even if it had been told her, and could only now and then open her eyes and look at the good Mrs. Higgins, who had followed her over, and to squeeze the red hand of her friend, Biddy Roan. As Mr. Arkwright left her the good man felt that she was not long for this world, and that she would leave her child soon, but his heart beat happily when he thought that for the little one there were happier days, as there was lots of money for her, but little Helen was too young to know what money meant. As the good Arkwright called out his commands to the attendants he spied the Jew. “You here yet?” said he slowly. “Yes, I’ve been talking to Jim. I hope you don’t mind. I brought him the prayer book his mother sent him.” “Oh, no, I don’t mind, but it’s a new business for you, that’s all, Nathans.” “Not so new,” growled the other, a guilty flush rising to his forehead. “I have always felt for these poor fellows over here, but have never known of one before. “But have you ever heard anything of the woman you were looking for, the poor one with a wealthy father?”