"Here is my card," he said, on leaving. "If you ever come to New York, drop in and see me."
"Thank you; I shall be very much pleased to," replied Ralph.
He noted that Horace Kelsey was in the insurance business, with an office on Broadway, and then he placed the address carefully away in a drawer of the old-fashioned desk in the sitting-room.
"Who knows, but if I am discharged here I may some day go to New York," thought the young bridge tender.
After taking another look about the cottage and through the wood, Ralph started up the road leading to the center of the village. Presently he came across a young man named Edgar Steiner, who was one of Percy Paget's intimate friends.
"Steiner, do you know where Percy Paget is?" he asked.
"Percy has gone to Silver Cove," returned Steiner.
"When did he go?"
"Went early this morning. He drove down to see about a dog he is going to buy from a sport who lives there."
Silver Cove was several miles below Westville, and the road to the place would not have brought the aristocratic bully near the cottage by the bridge.