"I feel almost sure I would have remembered anybody who came here and whom I did not hire if he really wanted work at that time," said the young farm manager thoughtfully. "But there was nobody by that name."
"He might not have given you that name," the legal looking man said quickly.
"No?"
"Mr. Post knew him by that name," continued the gentleman, indicating the driver.
Hiram was shocked to sudden and keen attention. But he controlled his features. He asked, after a moment, as though he had been thinking:
"What did this Theodore Chester look like?"
Here the bearded individual answered. The other man did not seem so familiar with the lost one's personality as was the driver of the carriage.
"Tell you, he wasn't much to look at. Kind of slimpsy lookin'. Lean like. But he could work. Had a sleight with him about most things."
"You are not giving the young man a very clear description of—er—Ted," interrupted the legal looking man. "What color are his eyes and his hair?"
"Oh, his eyes are sort o' blue, or blue-gray, and his hair is brownish. Leastways, I should say it was. And he had kind of crinkly wrinkles about his eyes when he laughed—"