“It’s a malicious falsehood, and Mr. King should be made to smart for it!”
Frank was aroused, as his flashing eyes indicated.
“But—but,” stammered the janitor, “Collins, your man, he said it was no use to put up the rest of the paper. He said so himself.”
“Then he was here?”
“Yes.”
“And put up some of our paper?”
“Yes, about half of it. He went round with me. I do the bill-posting sometimes.”
“How did he happen to quit so suddenly?”
“Don’t know. He received a telegram, and it seemed to knock him all out. He just said it was no use to put up any more paper, and stopped. I tried to get something out of him, but he wouldn’t say a word. Next thing we knew he was gone.”
“Gone where?”