“Where do you mean––in the bank?”
“Well, he came in here to get a five-dollar bill changed. I happened to see him as he was going out and I called to him, thinking it was you. When I called he seemed to get scared, and he got out in a hurry. Then I happened to think about that fellow who looked like you, and I made up my mind I’d call you up.”
“How long ago since he was in the bank?” questioned Dave, eagerly.
“Not more than ten minutes ago. I tried to get you sooner but the wire was busy.”
“You haven’t any idea where he went?”
“No, except that he started down the side street next to the bank, which, as maybe you know, runs towards the river.”
“All right, Nat. Thank you very much for what you’ve told me. I want to locate that fellow if I possibly can. He is a swindler, and if you clap eyes on him again have him arrested,” added Dave; and this Nat Poole promised to do.
The news over the wire excited Dave not a little. Of the men of the household, only old Professor Potts was in, and he, of course, could not assist in the matter. Dave at once sought out Mrs. Wadsworth and told her of what he had heard.
“I think I’ll drive to Clayton and see if I can locate Porton,” he added. “Roger says he will go with me.”