"It was years and years ago, and I'd know him anywhere; especially because I've seen his twin brother since, and he looks just like him, though this wasn't the twin. He's an honest man and he lives in Salem."
"Let us get out into the fresh air again," said Mrs. Stratford. "I feel faint."
"Angelina's story makes me feel fainter," added Martine.
"I hope that interesting young conductor hasn't been hurt by the burglar; if he should catch him, I wonder if he'd know what to do with him."
"We can only wait."
Their time of waiting was not long. Balfour came back rather crestfallen.
"He gave me a great run," said Balfour, "and I couldn't catch up with him. But I'm sure he won't trouble you again, and on my way home I'll telephone so that the authorities here and in Portsmouth can be on the lookout for him. Do you suppose he took anything of yours?"
"I hardly think so," replied Martine, "he seems to have left something behind him."
"Oh, he's nothing but a sneak thief," continued Angelina. "I know him."
"A friend of yours?" asked Balfour in surprise.