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They would move out on Saturday , and leave the keys at the office . `` Mr. Nesbitt was much pleased , and said I had done nicely , gave me the ten dollars and a box of chocolates and we were as happy as cooing doves the rest of the day . `` But my family must have been more indignant than I realized . On Saturday , at one o'clock , Mr. Nesbitt told me to go around by the house on my way home to make sure the front door was locked . It was locked all right , but I noticed that the electric lights were burning . Mr. Nesbitt had not sent the key with me , as it was an automatic lock , and it really was none of my business if folks moved out and left the lights on . Still it seemed irregular , and when I got home I tried to get Mr. Nesbitt on the phone .