He questioned several people in the neighborhood, but nobody seemed to be able to give him any information.
The truth of the matter was Mrs. Kennedy had requested her friends to say nothing to a gentleman in a silk hat who asked about Gertrude, and for this reason they were accordingly mum.
"Never mind, I'll find her sooner or later," Bulson told himself. "And then my next move will surely surprise her."
CHAPTER XXIV. A DECOY LETTER.
One day Nelson was folding some evening papers at the stand when, on glancing up, he saw Homer Bulson standing not far away eyeing him sharply.
"Hullo, what does he want now?" thought our hero.
Bulson waited until several customers had received papers and departed, and then came closer.
"How is trade?" he asked, in as pleasant a voice as he could command.