The police were at once summoned, and a close coach was procured, in which he was taken to the lunatic asylum from which he had escaped.
Then Mr. Starleigh had Bob tell his story. Both the old photographer and Mr. Martin listened with great interest.
“And I never want another such experience as long as I live,” concluded Bob.
“I shouldn’t think you would,” said Mr. Starleigh. “Cranks are bad enough, but a real crazy man is ten times worse. It is lucky we came in when we did.”
Bob went to work again, but his nerves were all unstrung, and before long the old photographer told him he might as well stop for the day, as there was no need for further hurry.
When Bob reached his boarding-house, he found a long letter from Frank Landes awaiting him. In the epistle Frank said he intended to take a trip to Stampton before long, and then go on a business tour along the T. W. & L. Railroad.
“I would like to go with him,” thought Bob. “Maybe I’ll see Frank, if Mr. Maverick offers me a place on the road.”
That evening found Bob again at the railroad president’s mansion, according to agreement. Grace was present, and a long talk occurred.
“I want to do something for you, Bob,” said Mr. Maverick. “I think I owe it to you, after what you did for Grace. But I will not offer you money for that service, for such acts are not to be paid for in cash.”
Mr. Maverick paused. Bob bowed, but did not reply. He was wondering what was coming.