"I must keep you in order," said he to himself, "or you will spoil the whole thing."
But however little the detective may have trusted Bocaros, he made use of the information he had received. At three o'clock the next day he went to ask if Calvert was at home. But he did not make the inquiry until he saw Calvert drive away in a cab. Mrs. Varney appeared with her ingratiating smile, and assured him that the young man was out. "He has gone to Troy," said Mrs. Varney, "but of course we know what that means. A handsome young lady, Mr. Jasher."
"Hullo!" said the detective, starting; "and how do you come to know my name, ma'am?"
"Oh,"--Mrs. Varney tossed her head in a light-comedy way--"my sister knows the professor, and the professor knows you. The fact is----"
"Oh, that's all right. The professor (and a nice gentleman he is, though but a foreigner) told me of his weakness."
"Weakness, indeed!" This time Mrs. Varney frowned as a tragedy-queen. "Professor Bocaros ought to be proud of having a handsome young lady like my sister admiring him."
"Well," said Jasher, who wished to get an interview with Miss Doon, and guessed the right way to go about the matter, "he is a man who will be able to give her a good position."
"Do you know everything about him?" asked the landlady eagerly.
"Everything. I am his man of business," lied Mr. Jasher.
"Oh!" She looked longingly at the detective, not suspecting his real profession. "Won't you come inside for a few minutes. My sister is with me, and I am sure she would be pleased to meet Mr. Bocaros's man of business. When she marries him she will naturally be brought much into contact with you."