"That's my name," said the new arrival, with a slight start.
"How are the sketches getting along? I hope you are making a good picture of my daughter."
"Very good, I think, sir. If you will come to my room, I will show you my proof."
"All right, sir," answered the old man.
The two men left the depot, and crossing the roadway, walked to a hotel on the next block. They ascended to the third floor and made their way to a fine apartment in the front. Here the door was locked, the curtains drawn, and the gas was lit. Then both men removed wigs and false whiskers, and there stood revealed Charles Vapp and Adam Adams.
"You are on time, I see," said the latter, as he dropped into an easy chair and lit a cigar.
"Yes, I was lucky enough to get your telegram directly after it came in.
The trail took me near the office and Frank passed it to me."
"What of the man you have been following?"
"He is looking for you."
"Do you know the reason?"