For a second Barry sat silent. Then, turning suddenly toward the youngster, he said quietly:
"I'm in trouble, Jimmy, and I want you to help me."
CHAPTER XXXVII.
TWO SHEETS OF PAPER.
There was no reply in words, but the boy moved uneasily and twisted one foot around the bench leg.
"You went to the Merton House a little after six to-night," Lawrence went on, in the same low, even voice, "and got a letter there, which you took to Mrs. Ogden Wilmerding on Fifth Avenue. Do you remember anything about the man who gave it to you?"
The boy squirmed a little, and seemed intent on poking a minute pebble into a crack in the floor.
"Nothin' special," he mumbled at last.
Barry laughed. "Oh, come now!" he returned. "You must remember what he looked like."
The youngster thrust both chapped and freckled hands deep into the pockets of his trousers, and scowled.