The next day my uncle and I had a small bowl of porridge and a glass of water for breakfast, lunch and supper. He did not speak much to me, but was clearly thinking hard. I often noticed him looking at me, while pretending to do something different, and he never left me along in the kitchen with the locked, in which, I supposed, he kept his money. I did not like the way he looked at me. and began to wonder if he was a little crazy, and perhaps dangerous.