"Yes, sir."
"Then maybe your brother has a clue, and is on the man's track."
This put the affair in a new light.
"Perhaps you are right," said Deb, slowly.
"Guess I am. Hope so, anyway."
"Thank you."
The girl breathed more freely when she got to the street. There was a good deal of consolation in what the doorkeeper had said.
She walked over toward the tool works, and saw Mont at one of the windows. A second later the young man came out with a packet of letters.
"I've just finished what remained of the work," he said. "Now I won't have hardly anything to do until we start up again."
He was surprised to learn that Jack had not yet put in his appearance.