But inside stood revealed, not Carle, but Jenks, the second-hand furniture man. The visitors gaped at him for a moment in speechless astonishment.
"Where's Carle?" demanded Poole, recovering himself.
"On his way home, I expect. He was going by the early train this morning."
Rob threw at his companion a significant glance, but Poole was gazing at the speaker with staring eyes and open mouth.
"Has he sold his things to you?" asked Rob.
"All he didn't take with him. He arranged with me to call for 'em this morning. He ain't coming back, you know."
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