Tom gave him the address, the physician writing it down on the fly-leaf of a book, as the best place for such an important memorandum.
“You need not report back to the office, Tom,” said his employer. “I fancy you have done enough for one day.”
“Thank you,” replied our hero, as he left the hotel and went home.
It seemed that Mrs. Baldwin, and Tom’s Aunt Sallie would never finish asking questions about what had happened, when Tom told them the occurrences of the day.
“And to think that you did the most part,” exclaimed his aunt.
“Oh, well, it just happened so,” replied Tom, who was nothing if not modest. “I guess the telephone did the most part. That’s a wonderful invention.”
They were talking in the small sitting-room after supper that evening, when there came a knock on the door.
“I’ll go,” said Tom, and when he opened the portal there stood Dr. Spidderkins.
“Does Tom Baldwin——” he began, when he saw the boy who had been of such service to him. “Why, of course, there you are,” he finished. “I guess I must have knocked at half a dozen houses. You see I wrote your address down in a book, and then I forgot what book I had written it in. But I called up Mr. Boise and, fortunately, he remembered it. I have come to thank you for what you did for me.”
“Come in,” invited Tom, and he ushered the guest into the modest sitting-room.