bob hunter speaks up for herbert.
“I don’t believe there’s nothing against him. He’s an honest boy, if I know one when I see him. He liked you and his work, and them that speaks against him is dishonest themselves. That’s what I think about it.”
“But that is only your opinion. Certainly he does not appear in a favorable light at the present time.”
Presently Bob departed from the bank. He had learned all he expected, and even more. He knew now that Felix Mortimer was in Herbert’s place, that Mr. Goldwin had been influenced against his friend by what he believed to be falsehoods, and that Herbert’s whereabouts was as much a mystery at the bank as to himself.
These facts pointed suspiciously to Felix Mortimer. Who else could want to get Herbert out of the way? Bob argued. Having thus settled the matter in his own mind, he was ready to commence testing his theories.
“Tom Flannery,” said Bob, when he had returned from Wall Street, “I’ve struck the trail.”
“No, you hain’t, Bob, not so quick as this?” said Tom, with surprise.
Bob explained what he had learned at the bank.
“Now,” said he, “I want you, Tom, to look out for my business tonight. Get some kid to help you, and mind you see he does his work right.”