Ralph hesitated. Martin spoke with so much apparent candor that he was half inclined to believe the man's story concerning Toglet's mental condition. Besides, as Martin had said, what reason could there have been for such an attack if it was not that of a madman?
"Come on, if only to please me," urged Martin. "You will find Toglet's mother a very nice old lady, and you will certainly believe her, even if you will not believe me."
"You say it is but a few blocks?"
"Not more than four. Come, I will show you the way."
Martin linked his arm in that of Ralph, and together they proceeded down the street.
Presently they came in sight of a large tenement house, although Ralph, being a country boy, did not recognize it as such.
"Here we are," said Martin. "Mrs. Toglet lives on the upper floor."
He led the way into the hallway and up the somewhat narrow and dirty stairs.
They passed up two flights, and then reached a floor which was not occupied. Martin threw a quick glance around and entered an empty room, the door of which stood open.
"They are getting ready to move up-town," he said. "This neighborhood is no longer nice enough for them."