"I am very much obliged to you, Mr. Billings," said Clara; "I suppose you went directly to the Old Colony Depot after that?"
"Yes'm. That's where I went."
He rose as if there could be nothing more for him to say, but Clara was not done with him.
"Just one more question," she said; "sit down again, please. Did you see Mr. Strobel speak or bow to anybody at the station?"
"No'm. There wasn't many people about, and he hurried inside like as if his train was just going."
"Was there anybody there whom you knew?"
"Yes'm, and you can ask him. A feller named O'Brien, who works there, was just at the door as we drew up, and he says 'Hello' to me. He'll tell you he saw me land my passenger there, for he came forward, thinking to get the gentleman's bag to carry."
"Mr. O'Brien may have noticed where Mr. Strobel went after going into the station," mused Clara.
"Yes'm, he might. You might ask him."
"Thank you; I presume I shall. Now, Mr. Billings, I want to show you in some way that I appreciate your kindness in coming here to tell me this. I have had to drive about a great deal for two days, and shall have to use a carriage to-morrow. I shall be glad to employ you."