"They say a man has been killed," said the victualer. "Some merchant or other; killed in his own counting-room, below here on the river front, near to the fish-market—some time during the night."
VII
It was a day or two later, and Anthony went to the counting-house of Rufus Stevens' Sons and again inquired for his uncle. The same affable man who had spoken with him on his previous visit came forward, and once more regretted Mr. Stevens's absence.
"But," said he, "he is on his way. The vessel he named to sail in should be in the bay by this time, as the weather has been good, and she is a good sailer. Is there anything we can serve you in?"
"Nothing, thank you." Anthony was turning away.
"What name shall I say?" asked the affable man.
"Stevens."
The affable manner was instantly reinforced by one of much respect.
"It may be that you are related to Mr. Charles," ventured the man.