Whatever the subject of their conversation had been, it was suddenly dropped upon his appearance.
He did not intend to stop, and inquiring if there was any mail for those at his home, he was turning away, when he heard Mr. Warfield, in his loud tone:
"Only three, Mr. Rimmon? I am sure there ought to be more."
"That is all reaching this office, Mr. Warfield."
"They may get along to-morrow, but I was expecting three or four others, and two of them I was certain would come to-day. You must have overlooked them."
Little Snap's attention was held by these words, and instantly his mind reverted to the six registered letters. Had one-half of them failed to reach their destination?
In the midst of his speculations Mr. Warfield approached him, to inquire about his day's trip.
"Don't fail to let me know if anything unusual happens, Dix, though I hope you will get along without further trouble. Perhaps you will. By the way, I do not suppose you know anything about my registered letters?"
"I would not be expected to, would I, Mr. Warfield?" replied Little Snap, answering him with another question.
"No; I hardly suppose you would. Still you want to keep your eyes and ears open. I had some letters due to-night which have not come. But to-morrow will bring them or explain the reason of their not coming."