“By certain things I heard him say. That is why I am anxious these robbers should be caught.”
“I see.”
“You don’t know anything further, do you?”
“No. I left Peter’s, you know, and then mother and my only sister died, and I was all upset. But I thought I knew your face. Let me hear from you, if you ever learn anything.”
“I certainly shall. By the way, do you think you would remember this Bill, if you should ever see him again?”
“I can’t say. He always came at night, and was pretty well muffled up.”
“Evidently he didn’t wish to be seen,” mused Bob. “That shows his work was underhanded.”
A little later Bob and Frank left. The young man noticed that the youth was unusually silent on the road, but he asked no questions until the outskirts of Stampton were reached, and then he did not touch the subject nearest to Bob’s heart.
“What do you intend to do in Stampton, now we have arrived?”
“I hardly know,” said Bob. “I must find some boarding-place I suppose, and then I’ll hunt for a job among the photographers.”