"Was any of it sold or used in the vicinity of Sidham?"
"No, but—" The young commercial traveler stopped short. "I think—But no, it can't be. And yet—"
"What, Tom?" she asked eagerly.
He shook his head. "What's the use? It would only drag me into the mud deeper. I really can't see what's to do," he went on with something of anguish in his tones.
"I am certain the very best thing you can do is to go to Uncle Adam and tell him everything. He will help you and clear up this great mystery."
"But he is working for Margaret."
"Yes, but I know he will work for you—after he has heard your story.
But you must tell him everything."
"Where is he now?"
"Somewhere around your mother's home, or in Sidham, I think. I can find out for you."
"Very well, I will go to him and ask him if he is willing to side with me as well as with Margaret. But wait, I think I'll go and see Margaret first. You can send word to Mr. Adams that I want to see him. Tell him I will be at the Beechwood Hotel. He can send me a message there. Tell him I can clear up some points which may seem queer to him."