“Is it?” asked the doctor humbly. “I knew there was something I ought to remember. Well, good-night, Tom—is it Tom? Oh, yes, I remember now. Perhaps you’ll have some more books to deliver for me next week. I must get some more authorities on colds,” and the aged gentleman tottered off, shaking his white head, as though vainly trying to remember something.
“I guess that’s all that need detain you,” said Mr. Sandow rather roughly to Tom. “We close up early here.”
“Yes; my business is finished,” replied the boy.
As he went down the stone steps, our hero wondered at the queer actions of Mr. and Mrs. Sandow, for they seemed to have some strange control over the aged doctor.
CHAPTER V
CHARLEY GROVE’S IDEA
“Hey, Tom!” hailed a voice, as our hero got off the street car, near his home. “Where are you going?”
Tom turned, to behold his chum, Charley Grove, whom he had not seen since going to work in the book store.
“Going home,” replied Tom. “Where are you going?”
“Same place. Haven’t seen you in over a week. Where have you been keeping yourself?”
“I’ve got a new job,” replied Tom.