"What seemed to be the nature of the big surprise he had in mind?" inquired Garrison. "Could you gather anything at all?"
"Nothing more than that. He appeared to be brooding over some sort of revenge he had in his mind, or something he meant to do, but he was careful to keep it to himself."
"He said nothing at all of leaving New York?"
"Not a word."
"You are positive he bought a ticket for Branchville?"
"Oh, sure," said Tuttle.
Garrison reflected for a moment. "I rather wish you had followed. However, he may return. Keep your eye on the place where he was rooming. Have you noticed anyone else around the office here—reporters, for instance?"
"No. The story's a sort of a dead one with the papers. Young Robinson was gone, and you kept out of sight, and nothing came up to prove any thing."
"You must have been talking to some newspaper man yourself," was
Garrison's comment. He looked at Tuttle keenly.
"I did, yes, sir. One of them saw me here two or three times and finally asked me what paper I represented. I told him the Cable."