“Prescott of Lattimore,” he repeated. “Know anything of him?”
“N-no,” said I. “I have friends in that town.”
“I wish I had,” was the reply; “I’d try to get old Prescott’s business.”
“There’s destiny in this,” said Alice, when I told her of my encounter with the Empress and her father. “Her living in Lattimore is not an accident.”
“I doubt,” said I, “if anybody’s is.”
“She looked nice, did she?” Alice went on, “and dressed well?” and without waiting for an answer added: “Let’s leave Chicago. I’m anxious to get to Lattimore!”
CHAPTER V.