the door he rained a shower of

He, too, was in his stocking feet.     As soon as he saw Wheeler enter his friend's chamber he stole up and locked the door on the outide. Then when he heard the thief trying to open the door he rained a shower of knocks on the panel.     Instantly Jefferson Pettigrew sprang out of bed and proceeded to act.     "What are you doing here?" he demanded, seizing Wheeler in his powerful grasp.     "Where am I?" asked Wheeler in a tone of apparent bewilderment.     "Oh, it's you, Mr. Wheeler?" said Jefferson. "Don't you know where you are?"     "Oh, it is my friend, Mr. Pettigrew. Is it possible I am in your room?"     "It is very possible. Now tell me why you are here?"     "I am really ashamed to find myself in this strange position. It is not the first time that I have got into trouble from walking in my sleep."     "Oh, you were walking in your sleep!"     "Yes, friend Petttigrew. It has been a habit of mine since I was a boy. But it seems very strange that I should have been led to your room. How could I get in? Wasn't the door locked?"     "It is locked now?"     "It is strange! I don't understand it," said Wheeler, passing his hand over his forehead.     "Perhaps you understand why you have that bag of gold in your hand."     "Can it be possible?" ejaculated Wheeler in well counterfeited surprise. "I don't know how to account for it."     "I think I can. Rodney, unlock the door and come in."