"Good," said the delighted fireman; "I don't know your name, but you're a good fellow, and I am glad to hear you speak so favorably of us."
"My name is Everman," answered the detective frankly. "I only arrived in Woodford yesterday, and expected to meet a friend whose family resides here; but I regret to say I have been disappointed."
"May I ask who you were waiting to meet?"
This was the very question the detective most desired to be asked, and he answered at once.
"Yes. I expected to meet Newton Edwards here, and I have some letters for him from his employer, which he ought to receive."
At the mention of the name, Nelson started in astonishment, and then gave vent to a long, low whistle.
"I am afraid you won't find him here," he said at last.
"Afraid, Mr. Nelson! Why, what's the matter?" quickly inquired the detective.
"Well, sir, I am afraid your friend has turned rascal, and has run away."
"What do you mean?" sharply asked Everman. "Surely, you have no reference to my friend, Newton Edwards?"