“Sure?” questioned Merry guardedly. “Don’t make a mistake, my boy.”
“Dead sure!” asserted Dick excitedly.
The man wore a full beard, dark and wavy. Despite this beard, Merry could see he was a young man. His clothes were of dark material and fitted him loosely, but there was nothing slouchy in his appearance. Instead of that, his general air was that of a person who was rather particular about his appearance. The “misfit” of the clothing was suggestive of London. His overcoat was very loose, but it was of fine material. He wore a soft black hat set squarely on his head.
“Have you ever seen him before?” questioned Dick. “Do you know him?”
“I do not seem to remember him,” confessed Merry.
“He’s a stranger to you! She never told you anything about him. You see! And you trusted her!”
Frank felt like rebuking Starbright, but at this moment the man turned away, and walked briskly down the avenue.
“We’ll follow him,” decided Merry quietly.
“Yes!” panted Dick. “He may take us to her! Then you can demand an explanation!”
“Don’t think I shall make such a fool of myself, my dear fellow. If she saw fit to make an explanation, I might listen; but I have no right to make any demands on her, and I shall not be an ass.”