"It's Penton. He's drunk again. He took the 3.30 train south."
"Was he alone?"
"Yes."
Immediately Evan went and found Mrs. Penton. She was nursing the white poodles. They nearly went mad when a stranger entered the domain of their mistress.
"Mrs. Penton," said the teller, "do you know where Mr. Penton is?"
She paled at once. Evan could see that she lived in dread of her husband's habit, and was on the watch for outbreaks.
"Has anything happened, Mr. Nelson?" she asked, painfully.
"Yes. He's gone on the southbound."
"To Toronto!" she cried. "Was he intoxicated?"
"Yes."