"I'd like to find that, too," I returned.
Presently Kate announced that supper was ready, and we all sat down. The widow said that she had found her sister much better, and on receiving Kate's letter had started for her home at once. The loss of the money did not disturb her as much as I had anticipated, and as every one was hungry, the meal passed off tolerably well.
When we had nearly finished there was a knock on the door, and Kate admitted Mr. Woodward's errand boy. He had a note for me. It contained but a single sentence:&—
"Please call at my house this evening about nine o'clock."
I read the note over with interest, and then informed the others of what it contained.
"Shall you go?" asked Kate, anxiously.
"I suppose I might."
"Maybe it's a plot," suggested the widow.
"Might waylay you," added Uncle Enos. "A man like him is liable to do 'most anything."
"I don't think he would dare do me any bodily injury," I replied. "He would know I had told some one where I was going, and that my absence would be noticed."