THE FINANCIER 
"That's all right, Mr. Cowperwood," said Mr. Jaspers, 
getting up. " I guess I can make you comfortable, after 
a fashion. We're not running a hotel here, as you know" 
he chuckled to himself—" but I guess I can make you 
comfortable. John," he called to a sleepy factotum, 
who appeared from another room, rubbing his eyes, "is 
the key to Number Six down here ?" 
"Yes, sir." 
"Let me have it." 
John disappeared and returned, while Steger explained 
to Cowperwood that anything he wanted in the way of 
clothing, etc., could be brought. Steger himself would 
stop round next morning and confer with him, as would 
any of the members of Cowperwood's family whom he 
wished to see. Cowperwood immediately explained to his 
father the less of this the better. His father could stop 
by that night and tell his wife the result of the trial. 
Joseph or Edward might come in the morning and bring 
a grip full of underwear, etc.; but as for the others, let 
them wait until he got out or had to remain permanently. 
Then would be time enough. He did think of writing 
Aileen, cautioning her to do nothing; but the sheriff now 
beckoned, and he quietly followed. Accompanied by his 
father and Steger, he ascended to his new room. 
It was a simple, white-walled chamber fifteen by twenty 
feet in size, rather high-ceiled, supplied with a high- 
backed, yellow wooden bed, a yellow bureau, a small 
imitation-cherry table, three very ordinary cane-seated 
chairs with carved hickory-rod backs, cherry-stained also, 
and a wash-stand of yellow-stained wood to match the 
bed, containing a wash-basin, a pitcher, a soap-dish, un- 
covered, and a small, cheap, pink-flowered tooth and shav- 
ing brush mug, which did not match the other ware and 
which probably cost ten cents. The value of this room 
to Sheriff Jaspers was what he could get for it in cases 
like this—twenty-five to thirty-five dollars a week. 
Cowperwood would pay thirty-five. 
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