“Good! I don’t want to run against her any more.”
“Sarah ain’t like she used to be,” was the reply.
Bob listened with great interest to this talk. The old man’s name was Blake, and the woman was spoken of as Sarah. Could she be the Sarah Blake Barker had mentioned?
“If she is, I must meet her and talk to her by all means,” said Bob to himself. “She must know something about the past.”
Bob wondered who the newcomer was, but he was not kept in doubt long. The voice sounded slightly familiar from the start, and presently the speaker spoke up louder, and the youth made the astonishing discovery that the man was James Casco in disguise.
The scar-faced man wore a heavy beard and mustache, and was dressed in the garb of a waterman.
“I have located him at last,” thought Bob. “Now to see that he does not escape me.”
Casco and the old man entered into a low conversation, of which Bob heard but little, although he tried his best to make out what was being said.
Presently the two arose, and slipped out of a door into the back hall.
“They are going up-stairs,” was Bob’s conclusion. “I wonder if I dare follow them?”